Part One: The Poorhouse

Chapter 1

The mystical nectar that the young nurse had given me in the early hours of sleeplessness seemed to have incited Morpheus, the God of Dreams, to enter my mind, and I became tortured by white-robed virgins who caressed my body with their sweet breath, and hordes of inexhaustible nymphs and orgiastic wenches seemed to have their little heathen fingers round my prick.

Hallucinations gradually gave way to a blurred cloudy realisation of a soft hand performing a lewd act under my bedclothes. A sudden spasm of the flesh woke me and as I opened my heavy eyes I found that the fingers were mine...

"Good morning sir."

It was the young nurse shaking my shoulder, waking me from my salacious dream. "Here is your tea." She placed the tray on the table beside my bed, walked over to the large window and opened it wide to allow in the refreshing sunny morning air.

"Are you new?"

"Yes sir," she said, coming to my side. "I started my training yesterday. My first job was to give you something to make you sleep, but it was dark and you probably don't remember me."

"I don't," I said. "But I see now that you are very pretty - do you have a calling for nursing?"

"Oh well sir, I have no alternative. I had to get away from home, since my mother married again. But now I'm here, sir, yes I do think I have a calling, oh yes indeed."

As she prattled on about her noble ideals, I noticed how her blonde hair peeked out of her nurse's cap to harmonise with her lily-white cheeks. Her clear blue eyes sparkled innocently and her pert little nose moved in rhythm with her rosy lips.

"And what is your name?" I asked, to stop her silly prattle.

"Patsy sir."

"Very well, Patsy, I see that speaking of your home distresses you, and I am sorry about that, but I am sure you are an excellent nurse."

That had a strange effect on her, for she suddenly burst into tears. "Oh no sir," she sobbed, "Oh I'm not, I'm not! Oh, it's terrible!" She looked at me strangely. "Are you alright this morning, sir?"

"As a matter of fact," I said, "I feel rather strange."

"Oh dear oh dear it's my fault! The medicine I gave you last night! It was the wrong medicine!"

There was a long pause.

"I see," I said at last. "Well, it can't have been too bad or sister would have dismissed you!"

"Oh sir," she said, "she will if she finds out. You mustn't tell her sir, oh please don't tell her!"

"You didn't tell anyone?"

"No sir."

"That was your worst mistake! I might have been severely ill. I might have died!"

"Oh sir!"

Her innocent distress and the nearness of her were rousing my passions, giving me thoughts of having this gorgeous young creature in my power.

"Well, you must be punished for your carelessness, Patsy. You do seem to be a very careless girl."

"Yes sir."

"A nurse cannot afford to be careless."

"No sir," she said meekly.

"Shall we send for sister?"

"Oh no sir, couldn't you do it, you could spank me or something, better you do that than I am discharged and my whole future destroyed."

Another pause ensued, whilst my prick rose stiffly to the occasion.

"Lock the door then," I said, "if you really want me to punish you. Come and kneel on the bed beside me and I shall see what can be done."

"Oh thank you sir."

"Lean over me."

She knelt on the bed by my side and bent submissively forward at my command. A hand to her back quickly collapsed her so that she lay across my lap. She was surprisingly warm and desirable, and she was trembling and taking quick little breaths. Fortunately the bed clothes hid my risen state as I slowly peeled back her long dress to discover that she had no knickers on!

I felt a lot better, recovered enough to enjoy beating her though not, regrettably, to taking her, not this morning anyway!

I gently eased her chubby thighs apart and caressed her trembling flesh higher and higher, until very softly I was able to slide a hand beneath her and hold her warm cunt in the palm of my hand.

She suddenly realised what was happening. "Sir, what you are doing is indecent." She started to wriggle. "I am only seventeen."

"I would not dream of distressing you," I said, leaving my hand where it was. "Let us send for sister, then."

"No, no!" She started to cry. "I can't go home, I would be disgraced and my step-father would be furious, he would beat me sir, worse than ever."

Taking that as permission to proceed, I began to finger her all over. I spread her excellent legs further apart despite some resistance and ran my fingers up and down them, investigating all her secret places at leisure as she quivered and shrank from me.

I ran my fingers round and round her splendid white buttocks. They would redden nicely. "Get up and fetch one of my slippers," I said, "and then come back here, over me like this."

She came back reluctantly but obediently with the slipper and wriggled back over my lap.

"Pull your dress up," I said. "Continue to lie on your stomach and hold it up at the back with both hands."

"Oh sir this is so wrong..."

"Be quiet, you stupid girl!" I said. "I will punish you my way or not at all! Well?"

"Yes sir," she snivelled. "Whatever you wish, sir."

"You think your stepfather is worse than me?" I asked, my cock nearly bursting at the thought.

"Oh yes sir! Real nasty he is sir, he's taken a fancy to teasing me and tormenting me and... and..."

"You are not a virgin, then?"

"No sir," she snivelled miserably.

She pulled up her dress as I had ordered, and I gazed upon her naked bottom with relish. Then I ran the slipper over it. Her soft plump flesh recoiled in dread, but when she started to cry and sob, my eagerness became all the greater. I was overwhelmed with an uncontrollable need to punish the wench severely. My practised hand descended viciously upon the shrinking flesh.

Thwack!

Patsy began to yelp with every stroke of the slipper, and after a few minutes her yelps turned into moans, then into screams so loud that I had to stuff a handkerchief into her mouth. At last I was satisfied and she fell off the bed onto the floor.

"That will do for now," I said. "But you will come to me for further punishment every day until I am discharged. I hope I shall be more fully recovered before that."

She ran off as fast as her feet would carry her, and I reached for my bottle of rum and hungrily drank a few glasses before slumping back on the pillow to reflect on a good beginning to my stay in England.

I intended to build upon it before sailing to take charge of my second plantation, where I expected the experience gained among the slave girls on my first one would allow my career as a debauchee finally to blossom.