My mouth became dry, my heart palpitated feebly in my breast and i was overcome with a fit of the trembles as i presented myself, as graciously invited, at the latest of Lady Cecilia Cameltoe's cream teas.

My apprehension increased as i became aware that i was the sole guest this ominous sunday afternoon and that following Lady C's initial greeting, her conversation gravitated swiftly towards her prediliction for spanking the local peasantry and her keen interest regarding myself in particular.

I felt the cold sweat trickle down the nape of my neck as i struggled to present a calm demeanour to my hostess whilst spilling Earl Grey down my lap, her eyes devouring me and feasting upon my nervous discomfort as i mumbled my meek replies to her outrageous flirtations.

An errant scone escaped my shaking fingers and flew onto the carpet, i smiled weakly at her lofty impertinence and more than once she caught my eyes dwelling upon her teasingly exposed cleavage.

She leaned over the table and whispered things that brought a furious blush to my cheeks and caused such great distraction and panic within me that i unwittingly spooned the strawberry jam into my teacup.

And then the final remnants of my humble resolve were crushed underfoot as her magnificent Ladyship arose with a sly grin and, before i knew what was happening, unfastened her gown and let it fall silently to the floor before my very eyes.

I was now in a state of terrified subservience as she stood above me in her black basque and stockings, smiling with a cruel pleasure and seductively licking her ruby lips while slowly advancing towards me...

...wiping the sweat from my brow, i swallowed hard, closed my eyes and thought of England...

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