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Punished by the Mistress
(Fiaine Cluiun)

"We have time before she needs you again," said Harry as he entwined his fingers into hers. "We have time, and the groom isn't around, he's gone with the master." 

Susan cast a glance back at the big house, then nodded. "Alright, but we'll have to be quick." As if there was any other way. They didn't have the luxury of being married, with a place of their own. Nor was it something they could change anytime soon. A woman in service had to be single, unless she had the permission of the Master to wed and remain with them. 

Not something they'd be allowed to do in the foreseeable future. But, they were both young enough to feel the drive of their bodies, the need to feel each other without the bothersome presence of clothing. As long Harry took care not to finish inside her, they wouldn't be threatened with anything unplanned, and she didn't care what else might happen. What could they do to her if she was found with Harry, the under groom, beyond threatening her with being cast out, or perhaps fired. She might be able to persuade the Master, as she had done before when the man had caught her poking through the library without permission, but there was always the hope of working elsewhere. She was a pretty enough girl, if the reflections in the big mirrors in the Mistress's room were anything to go by. And she knew how the other men watched her.

Just as they watched Harry but with jealousy in their eyes.

A handful of them had tried it on with her, and if Harry wasn't the jealous type, she might have enjoyed a turn or two with the better-looking ones.

But if allowing another man to taste what she had to offer meant losing Harry, then she'd stick to her sweet lad, and be content. 

They paused at the entrance to the stable. "I'll check, might be another of the lads has brought a girl back here."

She frowned at the idea, but it made sense. If Harry used the stables to throw up her skirts, then there were others who would do the same thing with their current lass. She entered the stables, but stayed close to the open double stable doors, not wanting to disturb anyone who was already enjoying themselves.

Several fine horses moved in their stalls, low neighs and wickers filled the air, mixed with the shuffle of hay, straw, spilled oats and the occasional whisper of rats moving through the barn. Her skin crawled at the thought of the rats, but she was used to them as even in a house as well tended as the Master's, such creatures, and their smaller cousins, often found their way into the cellars. 

Some even dared to make their way above stairs.

"We're alone. Come on, Susan. You'll be wanted back before lunch." Harry caught her hand and pulled her into the stables, not stopping until he found the area he wanted. An empty stall close to the middle of the stables, well away from either entrance. "I've been hungering for you, my girl. Feel for yourself." He pulled her captured hand against his groin.

Susan might have blushed a year or two ago, but she'd long since learned to enjoy his desires. She turned and cupped her hand around the outline of his engorged prick. "I'd rather see it, or is my sweet Harry suddenly shy?" Laughing she turned and yanked on his shirt, sending them tumbling back into the fresh hay.

Conversation ceased as Harry threw up her skirts and fumbled at the laces on his pants, tugging on them with a growing fervor. "You think I didn't see you flirting with George." He grabbed her hips, fingers digging in as he pulled her hard against his groin. 

"Sharing a joke isn't flirting."

"Ah, but he thought it was. He was far too happy to tell me how he was going to taste your sweet breasts." He pulled on the front of her dress.

She slapped at his fingers then unlaced the front, not wanting to have to explain why her bodice had been ripped. The Mistress didn't take kindly to extra expenses because a maid was careless. "You mean these breasts?" She pulled the top of her chemise down. 

He groaned in delight and leaned in, taking a nipple into his mouth.

She moaned, letting her head fall back as the first delightful touches of his tongue sent shivers of pleasure through her willing body. All thoughts of time and the possibility of being caught, ceased to exist. There was only the here and now with her sweet Henry as he shoved the last of the skirts out of the way, keeping them around her hips before he found her pussy with the head of his eager prick. 

She tipped her hips, lifting herself to meet his first thrust. With a sigh of pleasure, she clung to him until he seated the full length of his shaft into her body. This was what she'd been looking forward to all day. Henry, time alone without being under the constant watch of the other servants or worse the Mistress herself. 

Henry held her in place as he pulled back, then slammed deep into her welcoming body. She clenched around him, thighs trapping him in place. Her Henry, their pleasure, stolen moments away from the big house. She didn't care that she'd have to spend hurried minutes cleaning the straw and dust from her body, hair, her clothing, it would all be worth it. And Henry never took long once he was inside her. A few more strokes and he'd be done.

She ground her hips against him, urging him on as she felt the slow buildup of pressure and pleasure. She reached between them, seeking the small, slick nub at the top of her sex. The button she'd learned to touch when she was on her own, when she needed a release in the small, shared attic chamber. It was rare enough she was in the bed on her own as with many of the maids she shared a narrow bed with another servant. But she'd learned how to bring herself off quickly, with little noise, and had heard enough from the others in the darkness to know she wasn't the only one who found a release in the attic.

Susan clenched around him, one hand on her folds, the small nub throbbing beneath her fingers. 

Close.

So very close.

All she needed was another two good thrusts and-

Henry screamed.