LORD BRAMBLE'S REHABILITATION

by Peters, Damon

  The girl was her usual ill-manned and haughty self, visibly shocked when Debora was served before her.

  "What she doing at the table? Surely she's a nurse, a member of staff!" she cried angrily. "And why dismiss Nurse Howard. She was doing perfectly fine!"

  "Not by my standards she wasn't," John answered. "And Debora is Lord Bramble's guest, hence seated at the table," he told her patiently.

  Isabel pouted, clearly put out by the turn of events. "What about the car?" she asked curtly.

  "Very badly damaged. The parts alone will take over a week to arrive, and then some days to fit," John told her, tucking into his own soup and turning to ask the serving-maid to tell the cook how lovely it was. "I know of a private hospital who could use someone of her talents," he joked, smiling towards Debora.

  "A week!" Isabel cried. "I can't be without a car for over a week!" she complained. "Daddy, tell him will you. I need a car!" she cried angrily, her father ignoring her to gaze like a love sick dog into his nurse's grinning face.

  "Even if we had a vehicle, which we don't, you would not be permitted to drive it. Not until you prove yourself capable," John told her.

  "Pardon!" Isabel all but screamed, staring at the man in hate. "How dare you!" she cried.

  John shrugged. "I have your father's authority. When the car is repaired I'll arrange for a gentleman to review your driving skills and see that they're sufficient for this day and age," he told her, calmly eating his soup while the maids' standing against the walls waiting for them to finish kept their faces lowered, pretending they weren't there.

  "Yes? Really! And who is this gentleman who'll review my driving?" she wondered, thinking it might be someone she knew and would, therefore, automatically pass her as competent.

  "Mr Saul Thompson," John told her.

  Isabel frowned, trying to recollect where she'd heard the name before. "Don't know him," she decided at last. "Who is he? What makes him so clever?" she asked disgustedly.

  John finished his soup and smiled pleasantly at the maid as she took his plate away. "Saul is the owner of one steam tractor, recently in a collision with some stupid young girl who didn't seem to know her foot brake from her accelerator," he told her.

  "Oh. Him," she spat. "He was an oaf! He should have seen me coming and made room. You won't get away with this you know. Just you wait until my lawyer completes his inquiries!" she told him angrily.

  "Oh yes," John nodded, and took the envelope that had arrived that morning from his pocket.

  "You've opened it!" she squealed, and pulled out the single sheet of paper to quickly scan the lawyer's response. She screwed the letter up and fought down her angry retort, the lawyer having informed her that there was nothing she could do.

  The main course arrived and they began to eat, silent but for Lord Bramble's odd groans and grunts as he strived to eat.

  Isabel sighed and looked about her, her attention drawn to her father and the way he ate. "Does he have to eat like that? Can't you feed him better than that? And why feed him here? Enough to put us all off our food," she complained.

  John ignore her and smiled at his old friend, winking covertly at the old man. Never let a situation get you down; was what he had often told the young Captain while sharing a piece of dried cheese in the some muddy puddle in Belgium and France.

  The room fell silent again while they continued to eat the main course, Penny cutting Lord Brambles's meat into small pieces he could manage and softly praising him when he chewed and swallowed, her hand emphasising her praise with a gentle squeeze of his cock, out of sight of the others.

  Isabel calmed herself with thoughts of how things would change once Sir Oswald got her letter. A day to get to him, a day for him to get down to the manor house. Then all hell would break loose and she'd be free. She could even smile, thinking of Mr John Webb's downfall. In the mean time - and she looked around the room to let her eyes fall on Lilly for a few moments, enough to catch the maid's eye. She'd use her hands this time, slapping the maid's bottom, and her breasts, and her inner thighs, perhaps even her pussy, though she didn't like getting the other's wetness on her fingers. So vulgar, getting that wet.

  The meal over Isabel cast the maid another meaningful look and excused herself while the men, accompanied by the two nurses, headed into the family sitting room, a cosy room where a large fire kept the night's chill at bay and deeply upholstered furniture made them comfortable.

  "We're going to have trouble with that girl, Lord Richard," John told the old man as he helped lift him from his chair and onto the sofa where he'd be more comfortable.

  The old man made some rumbling sounds but nodded. John eased himself into a armchair while Debora looked through the collection of gramophone records and selected a soft piece of Mozart for a background, something to masks any other sounds the four of them might make.

  It wasn't unusual for a patient to be attended to while in the company of others, and John and Richard had been in the war together. They had lived cheek to jowl, eaten from the same plate and pissed into the same hole. They had visited the whore-houses together too, opting to share a girl so they could take turns watching over their wallets and boots, both of which could disappear if not protected. They had been avid clients of the Red Lantern and the Octopus, had sampled most of the girls at both venues as they made efforts to forget the sights and sounds of war. They knew each other's vices nearly as well as their own.

  Penny sat beside her charge and undid his trousers to grin at his lordship as she took his semi-hard erection into her fist to begin teasing it into fully wakening. Debora danced in the space in front of them, directly before the fireplace, swirling round to the music while sliding her hands over the bodice of her uniform, smiling at John as he watched her from the half-cocoon of his chair.

  Penny was grinning, whispering in the old man's ear as he stared at the dancing nurse, his breath broken by the hand slowly sliding up and down his stout erection.

  "You could have us, if you recovered enough," she told him, brightly grinning as she mercilessly teased him. She heard his groan and giggled, wiping pre-come off the crown of his cock with her thumb.

  Debora loosened her uniform and let the bodice slip below her bust. Her proud breasts swayed from left to right as she rocked with the music. Her hands then rose to capture them, finger and thumb working on the little teats while her smile promised John a prize for his efforts during the day. A whole day without an episode.

  "What would you do to us?" Penny was murmuring in the old man's ear. "I bet you'd pin us to the bed with this hard cock of yours," she vowed, her hand sliding below it, under his balls to tickle the sensitive skin behind his scrotum and watch him tense with the sensation it brought him.

  "We could be laid out side by side," she teased, moving round so she could lower her head and rest it on his lower belly, staring attentively at his throbbing cock and blowing her warm breath over it.

  Debora kicked her uniform aside to reveal herself in just French cut knickers and a pretty suspender belt holding up a pair of sheet silk stockings. The lose leg bands of her knickers invited a hand to slip under it while the body of the garment was tight enough to show off the smooth taper of her abdomen, the proud rise of her pubis and the slender curve of her labia.

  She paraded in front of both men, continuing to rub and pinch her teats and squeeze the firm gourds directly behind them, turning occasionally to allow both men to ogle her bottom, the fine silk knickers pulled into their fullness perfectly moulding the cheeks for their delectation.

  "You are such a tease, Debora," John murmured, his cock aching for more direct stimulation and release.

  She pushed her silk clad bottom towards him and slowly drew the knickers down, grinning brightly as she wriggled her bottom as it slowly appeared, marvellously smooth and pale skin, the tight cheeks half parted, the shadowed space between them teasing the eye.

  Lord Richard watched from one side, groaning as Penny used her tongue to gather hi
s pre-come from the tip of his cock. He shook, everything but his eyes outside of his control. Maddeningly, his arm, his hands and his mouth sometimes did obey him, for the control to just as quickly disappear. But he would get that control back, he vowed, watching the parading nurse step from her knickers and turn to parade her sex, right in front of his young friend's eyes. His own nurse licked his cock, savouring it with little moans of delight, a prelude - he hoped, to having her take him into her mouth once more.

  "Are you ready?" Debora purred, standing over her patient, one hand tweaking a tender teat while the other unfurled her close fitting labia to spread the juices that had been accumulating since she'd decided to strip off in front of both gentlemen.

  "Oh yes!" John agreed, staring at the fingers that were so knowingly stroking the petal like lips between her firm tapering thighs. He rapidly undid his trousers and pulled them and his underpants to his ankles to then sit back and wait for her to attend to him.

  "Aren't they naughty!" Penny giggled, rising from having licked his lordship's cock of all its flavour. To gain more she would need to have him lie down with his legs lifted or parted. She loved ferreting between a man's thighs, filling himself with his flavour and scent.

  "Here," she offered, and took his hand by the wrist to grin into his startled face as she led it under her skirt and along her thigh. "One day," she promised, holding it as it jerked against the soft skin of her inner thighs. "Easy now," she urged, closing her thighs on the hand, imprisoning it just an inch from her crotch while she lowered her head to take his lovely and thick manhood into her mouth and begin urging it towards completion.

  Meanwhile, Debora had turned her back on John and shuffled back to move astride his outstretched legs, his trousers imprisoning his ankles together. Grinning excitedly she pushed her bottom towards him, bending forward and placing her hands on his knees as she did so. He liked her bottom, she knew. Any opportunity and his hand would sneak under her uniform to begin caressing the firm oval cheeks, fingers tracing the short seam, sometimes probing, at other times just nestling there.

  His hands captured her bottom and with an accompanying groan eased the firm cheeks apart to sneak a preview at the moist sex waiting to engulf his raging organ.

  "You naughty boy, Captain Wells!" she crooned, bending further, more than willing to let him examine her privates, the press of his thumbs into her buttocks telling her he had commenced examining her little anal ring too, stretching the flesh to see it flatten. She reached between her legs to take possession of his cock and lifted it, a prelude to sitting upon it.

  Penny lifted her mouth with a long slurp from Lord Richard's thick cock and panted, recovering her breath and groaning as the hand imprisoned between her thighs squeezed her flesh sending deliciously sharp sensations into her rapidly melting groin.

  "You're doing so well!" she praised him, relaxing her thighs and taking his wrist again, smiling up into his face and his contorting features as she led it slowly, teasingly, to her crotch before closing her thighs once more, imprisoning his hand against her moist gusset.

  "That's it!" she purred, feeling his flex his fingers. Then her mouth returned to his cock, sliding lovingly over the big and fat crown to have her lips slide lovingly along the still moist shaft, renewing the slippery wetness while cradling his balls on her palm and teasingly squeezing them.

  Debora settled upon John's cock, groaning softly with the feel of it slipping into her pussy, stretching and pulling, drawing her so lovingly apart. In a moment his hands were on her flanks and a moment more he was lifting and lowering her, raising her so if she looked down she would see all but the very crown of his cock exposed, gleaming with her thick and slippery juices. When he relaxed she was left to plunge down upon him, crying out with the wealth of sensations his sudden insertion brought to her, leaving her breathless and yet panting for more.

  As Debora rode her Captain, leaning forward to bring more of him into her slick purse, breasts bobbing with the force of her rocking, Penny was sucking on Lord Richard's cock, the man's hand captured between her thighs, his movement limited, but not totally. Breathless and gasping, he could flex his fingers and feel her vulva give beneath the thin gusset of her panties. He could feel the moisture too, and the heat. Most of all though, he could feel her lips slide smoothly along his cock and her tongue lavish saliva around his sensitive cock head, only to have it sucked off and swallowed when she next lifted her head.

  "Go on. Come for me," Debora gasped, recognising the signs in her panting captain. She pushed herself downwards with more force, not so far away from a climax herself. "Come, come, come!" she panted, riding him with greater vigour, breasts bouncing, her bottom slapping into his groin as she worked to bring on their joint crisis.

  She felt her orgasm arrive and cried out, stiffening under the swell of pleasure. John was right behind her, pulling her down upon him as he cried out too, his cock throbbing powerfully within her gripping cunny as it flung forth his seed. And in the midst of their shared pleasure, they heard his lordship give a querulous cry too, his head flung back and his body uncontrollably jerking as Penny hungrily squeezed his balls and staff for all the semen she could get from him.

  CHAPTER FOUR. What to do with Lilly.

  Penny was taking his lordship to bed when she heard the sounds. They were unmistakable to one who had heard them before; a sharp commanding voice followed by a slap that was immediately followed by a sharp and unrestrained cry. A repeat of the three sounds confirmed it, and Penny finished putting Richard to bed before returning to the passage outside the bedrooms to sit in a small and dark alcove, waiting to see who emerged.

  She smiled as she watched the pretty maid step from the bedroom, then hurriedly adjust her uniform about her waist before moving off towards the stairs. With so few bedrooms in use it was relatively easy for Penny to calculate who's room the girl was slinking out of so late in the evening, her cheeks still red from the use she'd been put to.

  She went to her own bed and smiled pleasantly to Isabel when she brought her father in to breakfast the following morning. Penny's graciousness seemed to upset the young woman and she left shortly after, off to her room to catch up with correspondence.

  The old boy was more alert that morning, growing furiously frustrated when he couldn't find the words he wanted or get his hands to work properly. Penny spent most of the time placating him. "It will come," she promised, stroking the hand that had just hammered the table with frustration.

  Debora arrived, John trailing her, the newspaper in hand, and he sat on Richard's other side to share the headlines with him, pointing out the end of the coal-miners' strike and the steady move towards an independent Ireland. Stocks were still depressed, even though unemployment figures showed a fall. Lord Richard grunted at that. With over one-and-a-half million still unemployed, the fall was little more than just a word.

  "I heard noises coming from Isabel's room last night," Penny told John, her eyes twinkling with her knowledge.

  "I'm assuming they weren't the normal noises a young lady might make while going to bed?" John asked, and looked at his old friend to grin as he saw the same interest in his eyes as in his own. Even Debora leant forward to hear what Penny had to say, her breakfast momentarily forgotten.

  "And I saw that maid, Lilly, step out of the room shortly after," Penny added with a knowing nod.

  "And you don't think she was helping her mistress undress?" John asked.

  "Not unless it involved quite a number of slaps," Penny giggled.

  "Well, well. So Miss Isabel punishes her own staff," Debora chuckled.

  "Not unheard of," John reminded them.

  Penny shook her head. "From the look on Lilly's face her punishment involved more pleasure than it involved pain," she told them.

  Lord Richard grunted and nodded his head, growing angry once more as he failed to put words together.

  John gripped his arm and smiled comfortingly. "Slowly old man. You'll get there. Just don't push to
o hard. Penny would hate you getting over your disability too quickly," he chuckled.

  Penny grinned, her cheeks growing bright even as a hand stole under the table to slide along his leg and give his cock a loving squeeze. "We'll give you a new course of treatment this morning. I'm sure you'll like it," she purred in his ear, he smile growing in proportion to the lengthening of her penis.

  "Then Debora and I will interview Lilly on our own. Find out exactly what Isabel is up to," John decided. "No, no. We won't approach Isabel," he said when Lord Richard made chocking noises. He placated him with a pat on the arm. "We'll report back our findings, then decide what to do about it," he agreed.

  They finished their breakfast and strode through to the drawing room where the South and East facing windows allowed the sunlight to flood the room, brightening the faded fabrics of the sofas and rugs.

  Debora worked her way along the row of push buttons before deciding that the third might bring her the maid she wanted, and they made themselves comfortable while waiting for her to arrive, smiling and welcoming her when she came through the door.

  "I understand you were seen coming from Miss Isabel's room late last night," John told her.

  Lilly's smile fled from her face before she nervously nodded. "I was acting as her Lady's maid, she not having one and all," she explained.

  "She used you for other things though, didn't she?" John pressed, his legs folded, a hand on his knee.

  "I don't know what you mean Sir. I helped her get ready for bed, is all," she murmured, looking worriedly at the two of them.

  "Don't you?" John asked sharply.

  "Please Sir; I didn't do nothing," Lilly whimpered.

  Debora stood to go to the girl's side and gently embrace her. "There, there. Tell us what happened, otherwise I'm afraid we're going to have to dismiss you," she murmured, holding the girl as she whimpered and began to shake. "Tell us. What did Miss Isabel want of you?" she asked persuasively.