Nathaniel’s Relief

Chapter 22: Nathaniel’s Relief

Despite the wedding 9 months ago, Dr Hawksby was as determined as ever to maintain what was left of his family. Maybe it was fate that had taken his favourite daughter away but he did not have to like it. On the few occasions that the Hawksbys had been reunited, whether it be at their home, Baysdale Manor, or Gillamoor Court, Caroline had seemed happy enough. Though he maintained control and still disciplined his daughters on the rare occasions he deemed necessary, he had been working on his temper, although it might be fairer to say Fanny had been working on it.

Caroline’s room remained much as she had left it because the maid had also not wanted to move in, despite it being twice the size of her current quarters. Nathaniel pleaded with her as he felt she could keep a closer eye on her daughters from the other side of the stairwell. He knew he was sexually frustrated and somehow Fanny sensed it too. She remembered his burning face the night she had seen an **** Caroline on the desk with her pussy exposed. A few months after, she heard the doctor thumping his bed in frustration as she fetched the morning washing water.

Miss Bell knocked on the door of her employee and yelled “I’ve brought the bucket.”

“Just leave it outside.” was the response she ignored, as she burst in, shutting the door behind her.

“Oh Fanny, I thought I said to stay out.” the senior Hawksby snapped as Fanny approached him. She put her free hand to her lips and issued a gentle “Shush” adding “You need to calm down.” It had been a hot night so he had discarded his sheets and he was dressed only in his nightshirt. She mopped his brow with a warm moist rag. Then she started on his feet and shins, and began to move higher.

“What are you doing, Fanny?”

“Why, do you want me to stop sir?” and she accidentally on purpose brushed his penis. It had been quite a long time since she last referred to him as “sir”.

“No, you might as well finish.” If there was one area of their bodies the Georgians liked to keep clean it was their genitalia and it was not long before Fanny’s progress had led her not only to reveal Nathaniel’s little man but also to begin to rub it with the cloth.

The master had wanted to say “Stop!” but clearly something was stopping his tongue doing anything other than flopping out his mouth as the stimulation began to kick in. In other circumstances Fanny might have let some drops fall down her cleavage but she decided Nathaniel was too classy for that. As it began to wave around, the cleaned member seemed to edge closer toward its bather’s face, until in the end it became too tempting a target. With the glans having pushed its way through an increasingly stretched foreskin, she began to suck it.

“Fanny …” he attempted to admonish, but there was no doubt he needed this after around a decade of celibacy, especially when he was in the hands and mouth of such an experienced artist. An artist rather than artiste and she had never stooped for payment, much to the annoyance of some of the local whores. With her it was all free, but if a man happened to subsequently buy her a nice present she would not raise an objection.

“Do you want to finish inside my mouth” she asked, which he answered with a shake of the head so she worked his shaft with both hands until he ejaculated all over himself and she had to clean him with the rag all over again. After that happy endings occurred on a regular basis and once he had started releasing into her mouth, cleaning up became easier as well.