An outside adventure

Adam walks over to the window. It has a simple catch, which he flicks open. The window itself is stiff, but Adam manages to slide it up in its frame.

There is an immediate breeze of cool air. He looks out into the dark night. Chapman Hall's grounds are large and even when his eyes adjust to the moonlight he can make little out except the darkness of the earth several floors below and the trees that surround the property. He hears an owl in the distance, hunting mice.

He looks along the outside of the building.

A thin ledge runs along the side of the building. To his right, he can see the open window to what he thinks must be Lady Chapman's room.

He could make it.

But risky. He looks down. At least a broken leg, he thinks, should this go wrong,

But what choice did he have? Wait until the morning, when Lady Chapman would have words with him about his evening adventure? And then, somehow even worse, the forfeit spanking from Nathalie?

No.

This has to work.

He slips out of the window into the cool night air. His feet are just about the same size as the ledge.

He tries not to look down.

His fingers gip into the crumbling brickwork as he sidles his way along the ledge.

He hears the owl again in the distance.

He tries not to look down.

After what feels like an eternity, he comes to Lady Chapman's open window, and gratefully steps inside. He is in the en-suite bathroom, still wet from the shower that the gruff man had taken earlier. Damp towels litter the floor. Some have wet black hairs stuck to them, which Adam tries not to think about.

He pushes open the bathroom door and looks out into her bedroom. The path is clear. Lady Chapman, and presumably the swarthy man, are busy in the other room.

Without hesitation, he opens Lady Chapman's panty drawer and takes out a pair of black knickers, and then takes her tiny white nightdress from the cupboard. The fabric of the nightdress is thin, bordering on transparent.

Score. And he'd make sure Nathalie couldn't steal them this time.

With his prizes in his pocket he sneaks out of the room, pausing only to listen at the map room door. He hears a sharp *crack* and the muffled noise of Lady Chapman crying out into her gag.

Dirty bitch, he marvels. He hadn't had the gruff man down as her type at all. She was so suave and sophisticated... but fancy her enjoying getting caned and fucked by a man like that.

And filmed, he thinks. He wonders briefly if there is a personal video colection in the Hall somewhere, perhaps dating back years... if so, it would be worth finding, he thinks.

But no. He has a simple task tonight, and the next step in that task is to break back into Isla's room and steal a pair of her panties and a nightdress.

He remembers the photos on Isla's phone with a jolt.

And definitely, definitely not get caught, he thinks, setting off for the servants' quarters for the second time that evening.