Lessons with her Ladyship

     
On my seventeenth birthday,  
I was summoned to the great house,  
solemnly ushered upstairs  
and ordered to attend  
the bidding of her ladyship.    
She was a striking woman,  
perhaps twice my years,
with the purest milky skin,  
buxom and firm of breast,  
her fine waist sheathed by corsetry  
tighter than a wasp's  
and in keeping with the fashion of the times.      
Magnificent auburn ringlets  
formed hearty tresses  
which when unburdened  
trailed almost to the floor,  
glinting fire around her full red lips  
and piercing green eyes,  
whenever strong emotions consumed her  
and she threw back her head  
to laugh or cry or smile.    
She entered  the chamber silently,  
in the manner of a stealthy cat  
and stood erect some three paces from me,  
leather crop clutched firmly
in a delicate hand.  
Her black laced boots
bruising petticoats  
as they peeped and flirted  
under the hem of her green velvet dress.    
    
"Do you know why you are here, boy?"    
    
Taken earnestly aback  
in the presence of such forceful  
and noble countenance  
I could only stammer that I did not.    
    
"You are here to fuck  
- a toy for my pleasure and nothing more."    
    
"Today will be your first lesson.  
I shall instruct you  
in the finer aspects of copulation  
- and at all times  
you will suffer my commands  
without any hesitation on your part."    
    
Slowly she lifted her dress,  
petticoats retreating  
as she drew them higher  
about her thighs.    
    
"Closer, boy, come closer,"  
she murmured,  
with a voice that would  
plunge a hand into fire  
and hold it in the flame  
at the first flicker of disobedience.    
    
Fragile as a moth,  
I took one awkward step forward  
and lowered my eyes....