What Lavinia Saw

It was the Year of Our Lord, 1860. Britain was at her mightiest, with an Empire that continued to expand. Vast social, scientific and economic changes were occurring. Not so among the upper classes, where young ladies, raised like birds in gilded cages, adhered to strict moral codes of the day. One such aristocratic family resided at Copley Hall, a very grand stately home in Hampshire.

Lavinia Copley-Barnes, the eighteen-year old daughter of Lady Copley-Barnes, Marchioness of Hampshire, was a blossoming English rose. It was said that this young girl’s beauty was already turning heads.

The Marchioness was an ambitious and strict woman. Despite being unable to show much affection, she was highly protective of her daughter, and kept her away from any man she deemed unsuitable for her (which was just about every man). Lavinia studied with private tutors to a regular timetable, and spent her play-hours with her pet dogs. As she grew older, this stifling lifestyle became unbearable, and the young Lavinia desperately sought to escape.

The good thing about Copley Hall was that it was awash with secret hiding places – here and there lay a little cupboard that led to a bedchamber – peepholes in the wooden wall panels, secret doors barely big enough for a child to squeeze through. It was an old, old house – built in the 16th century, and bore several priest-holes.

Lavinia adored her father, Lord Copley-Barnes. He was kind, amusing and understanding and never criticized her like her mother did. Now a young adult, Lavinia was suddenly aware of men. They fascinated and thrilled her. But she was forbidden to mingle with them. Even the male servants of the hall had to keep their distance.

One morning, Lavinia was grooming her dog in the garden, whilst Kitty, her maid, sat beside her. Suddenly, Kitty stood up and curtseyed. Lord Copley-Barnes was approaching. He didn’t stop to talk, for he was late for the weekly fox hunt, but he smiled and waved to his daughter as he crossed the courtyard. He was a tall, attractive gentleman with a fine black moustache and sideburns. The tight riding breeches he always wore, afforded the young and curious Lavinia a view of something that had perplexed her for some time.

She had foolishly asked her mother as to why her father had a bulge in the front of his breeches, and doing so had earned her a dreadful spanking. The Marchioness had gone berserk, as though Lavinia had committed some shocking crime.

“You DO NOT speak of such a thing! I will not have my daughter utter such filth! To your bedchamber at once!”

A few weeks later, Lavinia had again witnessed her father in his riding breeches, and her curiosity was aroused once more. She decided to ask her maid, feeling that an older woman and one from the lower classes, may have more worldly experience.

“Kitty,” she called. “May I ask you something?”

“Of course, my lady.”

“It’s about Father.”

Kitty sat beside her on the couch. Çanakkale Escort “What about him?”

“Why does he have that big bulge in the front of his riding breeches?”

Kitty’s pale face flooded crimson. “I-I…cannot say, my lady!”

Lavinia was even more confused. “Why have you gone bright red? I guess you don’t know either? You must have some notion as to what it is. You’re my most trusted servant. You are expected to instruct me on things.”

The young lady wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so Kitty took a deep breath. “Well…um, it’s because he is a man.”

Lavinia wrinkled her nose. “Well I know he’s a man. What kind of absurd answer is that?”

“Please, I beg of you. This isn’t an appropriate thing to talk about. Possibly a sin to talk of Lord Copley-Barnes in such a manner!”

“Kitty, I am not angry with you. I merely wish to know. I won’t tell another living soul of this conversation. Mother never tells me anything. I am to be married off in the next few years and I know nothing of the ways of men!”

“Very well, my lady. It’s not something that should be discussed in polite company though. It is rude.”

“Rude? Now I am even more curious! Come, come, I demand to know!”

Poor Kitty tried to remain composed. “Well…um, his Lordship’s breeches are very tight…um, so much so that one can see the outline of his…”

“His what?”

“His penis and balls.” Kitty gasped, covering her face in embarrassment.

Lavinia blinked. The first word was completely alien to her.

“Balls as in cricket balls? Billiard balls? Croquet balls? What is a penis?”

“N-no, my lady, nothing like that! It, um, they are…body parts. Body parts that only men have! Reproductive organs! The penis is the main organ…it also is the reason men stand up when they use a chamber pot.”

This only increased Lavinia’s curiosity further, and she pressed her maid for further information. A greatly-flustered Kitty managed to give the briefest of descriptions.

“The man lies between a woman’s thighs. He inserts his member into her quim. He will spend his seed inside her.”

“How interesting!” Lavinia replied, delighted with this new knowledge. “Oh thankyou, dear Kitty. Finally I know the truth! and don’t worry, I won’t say anything.”

A few weeks passed. Although fully aware of the anatomy men possessed, and what the act of lovemaking involved thanks to her maid, Lavinia had yet to see a man’s penis for herself. She was determined to find out…

One Saturday in June, the Marchioness had been called away to visit a sick relative, and Lavinia was delighted with this. Spending time alone with her doting father was glorious. That night, way past her bedtime, she sneaked around the hall, bored and in search of something interesting to do. This was a rare bit of freedom for the confident little aristocrat, and she was going to take full advantage.

Lavinia crawled through Çanakkale Escort Bayan a secret passage behind the main bedchamber, her white nightgown at the mercy of soot and dust. Suddenly she came across a hole in the wall. When she peered through it, she noticed her father, in the bedchamber. He was pacing back and forth as though waiting for someone. Lavinia was confused, expecting him to be reading in his study. What was he doing in the bedchamber at such an early hour?

“He must be about to meet somebody really important!” Lavinia thought. “I must find out who!”

There was a knock on the door and Lord Copley-Barnes hurried to open it. Lavinia squinted to see who it was. It was a woman, and he was delighted to see her.

“Ah Kitty! My beautiful Kitty! Oh how I’ve yearned for you all week!”

“Henry!”

Lavinia’s eyes widened. “Good heavens, that’s Kitty! Why is Father meeting with Kitty?” She giggled to herself. “Henry? She refers to him by Christian name? Such bold talk! Whatever would Mother say?” Her giggles turned to gasps as Lord Copley-Barnes took the maid gently in his arms and kissed her so passionately and lovingly, it actually made Lavinia blush.

“Gosh.” The young voyeur exclaimed. How she yearned for a man to do that to her. “How wonderful that must be, to be loved and cherished in such a manner.” Seeing her father behave like this, when he was so formal and straight-laced at banquets, was unbelievable. She certainly had never seen him kiss her mother like that, and wondered what the couple were going to do next.

“Henry my love, let me worship you like the glorious man you are.” She knelt before him, and Lavinia wondered if she planned to start praying. Kitty began unbuttoning his breeches. “Now, where is that treasure I seek?”

Lord Copley-Barnes chuckled. “Right here, my love,” he said, pulling out his cock and placing her eager hand on it.

Lavinia’s mouth dropped open. She’d never seen anything like it! “So that’s a penis!” She thought. She was well-aware that she was seeing something that she was never meant to see, not least because he was her father, and secondly because (as Kitty had said) it was rude. No wonder Kitty had been so embarrassed.

In her complete innocence, it never occurred to Lavinia that her father had a mistress. She couldn’t take her eyes off his impressive member. It made her feel warm and tingly all over, but especially between her thighs. Her hand hesitated a moment and then moved under her nightgown to the thatch of dark hair between her thighs. She spread the lips of her quim, feeling wetness. She inserted a finger and felt a shudder of delight run through her body.

She continued to watch. Lord Copley-Barnes removed his jacket and loosened his necktie. Kitty took his cock in her hands, stroking the shaft gently. Then she opened her mouth wide.

“Oh my God!” Lavinia gasped. “Is she going to bite it off?”

But Escort Çanakkale no, thankfully! She began sucking on the cock in the same way an infant sucks on a pacifier, or a breast. It looked so large, she couldn’t believe Kitty could fit it all in her mouth without gagging. She wondered why Kitty was doing this, when the cock was meant to be inserted in her quim. Perhaps this unusual worship was a prelude to the act of lovemaking?

“Ahhh!” Lord Copley-Barnes was sighing and moaning in ecstasy. As Lavinia stared further, she noticed that Kitty was gently caressing her father’s balls at the same time. They looked big and very hairy. Lavinia licked her lips. “I want to make a man cry out like that. If I am to be married, then I need to know exactly what to do!” She yearned for the day when she’d finally be freed from her mother’s shackles.

“Ohhh Kitty, your lips on me are simply divine! Let me return the favour my love and taste that quim of yours!” Lord Copley-Barnes picked her up and lay her on the bed.

Now what? Lavinia thought. She watched as Kitty hiked up her dress, exposing her bloomers and his Lordship knelt before her, pulling them down and burying his face between her thighs. This time Kitty was the one crying out in ecstasy, and he made her scream like a banshee.

“My my!” Lavinia sighed, covering her mouth. “He’s licking her…down THERE!”

“Let me see those fine orbs, Kit.” Lord Copley-Barnes murmured, unfastening her apparel and cupping her small, pert breasts. “Ooh…such beauties!” He began to suck on each nipple greedily.

“Please Henry, enter me. I want your cock inside me,” Kitty sighed.

“At once my love,” he replied.” Just let me remove these blasted breeches…ahh, that’s better!” He cast them on the floor and Lavinia was treated to the glorious sight of her father’s bare arse.

“Hark at that,” she exclaimed. It was quite a rump! To think men had such delights hidden under their garments! Lord Copley-Barnes eased himself between his lover’s thighs. Much giggling erupted from the two lovers. “Henry, you’re tickling me!”

“Tally ho!”

And then Lavinia finally saw for herself just exactly what a man did with his penis. Lord Copley-Barnes began thrusting in and out and making loud groaning noises. His stamina was incredible.

“Ahh…ahh! Oh Henry!”

The bed was creaking so much, Lavinia wondered if it was about to collapse. What a sight! So that was the act of lovemaking in all its glory!

“Uh…uhh…uhh…ahh!” Lord Copley-Barnes groaned. “I’m spending!”

Kitty squeezed his arse cheeks. “YESSSS!”

More giggling and kissing followed. “Ah Henry, how blessed am I to be ravished by you. You are the sword and I the sheath.”

“The night is still young, my Kitty.” Lord Copley-Barnes grinned. “Eglantine isn’t back until Monday. Let me pour you a brandy. The stag is up for a second bout of rutting!”

It was time for Lavinia to return to her bedchamber. She had seen everything she needed to see, and what had been seen had awakened a desire. In bed that night, Lavinia pleasured herself and orgasmed – something she’d never experienced before. And later, in the depths of sleep, the most wonderful of dreams, where she was the one sucking her father’s cock and not Kitty.