All In The Service

As they played, Toby couldn't help but look at her - it felt wrong to gain such pleasure watching her skirt ride up as she leaped for the ball, displaying her small cotton knickers underneath. It seemed wrong to be looking at her stunning curves, her sensational legs, her flat stomach and rounded chest. But she was his opponent, so he had to look at her anyway. That tingle between his legs, however, just wasn't going away.

The first set naturally went Miss Templeton's way, but in the fourth game of the second, Toby hit a ball into the far edge of the court, and when the young American girl launched herself after it, she lost her footing and stumbled. Toby dropped his racquet and rushed round as she ended up on the floor.

"Miss Templeton... are you all right?" he asked, stooping down beside her.

"It's my ankle, Toby - I think I've done something awful to it."

Gently, Toby placed his hand under her calf muscle and lifted the ankle up slightly. "It's swollen," he said, trying not to react to the fact that in such a position he could see up her skirt, between those milky thighs to her underwear. "We'd better get you inside, Miss - you need to lie down."

He helped her up, and just as he had spent most of his working life with her grandfather, he helped her stagger along back to the house. The difference this time was that as he helped Miss Templeton, he was forced to hold her quite close, and the proximity of her warm, soft skin and the sweet perfume she wore blended with that slightly musky odour of perspiration made his heart skip a beat here and there.

At last they got into the elevator, designed to aid Lord Templeton between floors, and eventually they came through to Miss Templeton's bedroom. Toby helped her to climb up onto the bed, and as he removed her shoes for her, he couldn't help but notice that she was giving him yet another view up her skirt - purposefully or not. But he couldn't be caught looking at her: it was far too tempting, and his job was still on the line.

"I'll go and get some ice from the ice house," he said to her, "it should help to stem the swelling, Miss."

"Oh Toby, don't bother," she said, "don't go to all that trouble - just stay here with me."

"It's no trouble, Miss - it'll be much better if you do. Oh, and we should raise it, too." He pulled a cushion from one of the nearby chairs, and placed it underneath her ankle, raising it up slightly so that the fluids would drain away from the swollen ankle. "My mother was a nurse, you know," he said, a sad tone sneaking into his voice, "before she was... well, during the Great War... anyway, I'd better inform your grandfather, at least."

Miss Templeton sighed, but Toby was gone. He hurried along to Lord Templeton's study, politely knocking on the door and waiting for the signal to enter.

There was no signal.

He knocked again, then believing his employer to have perhaps fallen asleep, he opened the door quietly and poked his head round to look inside.

The study was one of the cosiest rooms in the house - lined with fully-laden bookshelves, there was one wall filled with a great bay window and a small fire burned with warm orange light in a fireplace in another.

At the large desk by the window, Lord Templeton sat, hunched over. Silly old man - why did he not have Toby take him up to his bedroom? He usually ended up going to sleep after lunch these days - it was just his pride that made Toby take him to the study to 'work'.

"Sir? Lord Templeton, sir?" he said, but there was no stirring him.

Toby ventured forwards and called again. Nothing. He gently shook the old man's shoulder, calling him yet again. Still nothing.

Then a kind of cold horror swept through him, and he did what he'd read about in Sherlock Holmes mysteries. He touched the side of Lord Templeton's neck.

No pulse.

4

The doctor came promptly from the village after Swainson had called for him, pronouncing Lord Templeton's demise to have been caused by a heart attack. Old age, Doctor Miller had said to them, it had simply been the old man's time.

Before he went, Doctor Miller took a look at Miss Templeton's ankle. Toby had gone to fetch her for one last look at her grandfather before the body was removed for the funeral, but now Doctor Miller told him to take her back up to the bedroom, that she should rest it for the couple of days before her grandfather's funeral. Doctor Miller also confirmed what Toby had said beforehand, that they should get some ice from the ice house and place it on the swelling, having raised it first.

So Toby took her back up to her room, raised her ankle on the cushion again and then went to fetch some ice.

Miss Templeton had been shocked by the death of her grandfather - they all had - but she wasn't all that upset. It was true enough that she hadn't ever spent much time with Lord Templeton while he had been alive, and he had never been the kind of man to show affection to anyone, so it was no great surprise that she wasn't crying her eyes out.

Toby scampered out of the back door of the house, along the small path through the trees to the ice house. It was getting late now - they'd been playing tennis for longer than he thought, it was beginning to turn to evening already, the sun turning orange in the sky. The ice house was a small building that looked like the pictures he had seen of igloos in the frozen arctic - only made of stone. In the winter time they all spent quite a time packing the place with snow, and with the position of the building under the trees and away from the sun, the snow lasted for most of the year. Grabbing a bag full of ice, he wound his way back through the darkening woods and back inside.

In her bedroom, Toby found Miss Templeton lying back against the pillows, her legs outstretched with her wounded ankle up on the cushion. That tiny pleated white skirt was now high on her thighs, but it was hiding her underwear this time.

"Here we are, Miss," he said, trying to make his voice sound cheerful.

"Thank you, Toby," she smiled, "you're a gem."

The ice was already beginning to melt through the thin cotton bag he had carried it in, he felt it so cold against his bare arms. Before placing it on her swollen ankle, he placed a couple of handkerchiefs around it - it wasn't good to let the ice touch her skin too closely, it would damage her skin and lead to more problems than it relieved.

"Just doing my job, Miss," he smiled, and it was done. "Now, the doctor said you were to rest it until your grandfather's funeral."

"Oh God, that'll be so dull!" she sighed again. "And I had counted on going up to London tomorrow."

"Can I get you a book or the newspaper, Miss? Or perhaps we could have the gramophone or the wireless brought in..."

"No," she said, "I don't feel like that... Toby... will you stay with me a while?"

"Of course, Miss."

"I like having you around."

"Thank you, Miss."

Toby sat down on the chair. His heart beat had soared again - the whole uncertainty of what was going to happen now that Lord Templeton was dead had affected all of the staff. They all knew that the estate would pass directly to Miss Templeton now - Lady Templeton, presumably, she would become officially - but what would she do with it? Were their jobs secure? Would she even keep the estate? Plenty of young titles were selling estates nowadays, since it did cost quite a lot to continue running such large houses. And Miss Templeton had her roots in the United States, where she would presumably want to return.

"It's funny," she said after a pause. "I've known you for such a long time, Toby."

"Yes, Miss."

"I've pretty much grown up with you - albeit only seeing you from time to time." She turned her head to look at him. "It's funny to think I'm now your employer."

"Yes, Miss." Toby didn't know what to say. It was a little odd being employed by a young girl the same age as you, but Toby had been a servant all his life, he knew his place.

"I can tell you to do whatever I want you to," she said, and he thought he detected a little spark light up in her pretty brown eyes.

"You could before, Miss," he replied meekly, "I am here to serve."

"No," she smiled, "before you were my grandfather's servant, not mine. Sure, you'd do as I asked, but there was always him first. And that awful butler passing judgement with his snooty looks." Toby couldn't help but chuckle at that. "I know," she said, "I've seen them whenever you've been with me for a little while, he glares at you. I saw it."

"Swainson was only protecting your grandfather's wishes," Toby said out of some kind of duty to the butler - who was, after all, still technically above him in the food chain.

"Oh nonsense!" Miss Templeton said. "He's a tiresome bore. Anyway... enough of him. Now my grandfather is gone, and you are my personal servant, Toby."

"I'm honoured, Miss," Toby said.

"I can get you to do whatever I want you to," she said, her face lit up as though she was excited at the prospects of her complete power over him. Toby felt himself shiver with nerves.

"To some extent, Miss," Toby smiled.

"To some extent?" she looked at him quizzically.

"I am a servant, Miss," he said politely, "and not a slave."

"What's the difference?" she asked, never having thought about it before. Servants had always been there for her when she was at Medley Hall, and none had ever refused her wishes.

"Ultimately, a slave is forced to carry out his master's wishes, Miss - a servant chooses to serve and is paid for that service. A slave can be abused, a servant can hand in his notice if he feels he is being mistreated."

"I see," she said, "and so you would hand in your notice if I mistreated you?"

"Of course, Miss," he replied, "but I feel there's very little you could do that I would consider mistreatment."

Miss Templeton smiled. "So basically I can tell you to do whatever I want?"

"If it is in my power to grant, Miss."

"Oh good," she said, "then will you do something for me to take my mind off this terrible pain in my ankle?"

"I'll fetch some morphine, Miss," he said, rising to his feet.

"No, Toby. I don't want morphine."

He stopped midway to the door, and turned to find her skirt had ridden up once again, this time to show a small white edge of her knickers underneath.

"What would you like me to do, Miss?" he asked, his whole chest now seeming to throb with that powerful heart beat.

"I want you to touch me, Toby."

There was a moment, a silence, a pause, when he could see on her face that Miss Templeton was wondering if she had gone too far, if it was too much, if she had abused the servant-employer relationship. She brushed her skirt back down over her thighs, her face blushing slightly now that she was questioning her action. Was Toby outraged? Was he going to hand in his notice now?

"I'll close the door, Miss," he said, and a jolt of sheer excitement shot down her spine.

5

There was a key in the lock, and Toby turned it to bar anyone else's entry into the room. Now, at last, he was alone with his new employer and there was no chance that they would be disturbed. She could command him to do anything and there was no threat to Toby's job or his career.

As he sat on the edge of his bed next to the beautiful auburn-haired girl lying there in her tennis clothes, Toby realised that his penis was already hard in anticipation of the possibilities his new employer might open up.

"What would you like me to do first, Miss?" he asked, his voice soft and humble.

"You'll do anything I ask?" her eyes were aflame, her lips quivering slightly with indisputable want.

"Anything," Toby replied, keeping his hands politely together in his lap.

"Anything at all?" she still couldn't quite believe just how much power she now had over him. Before, he had been the servant of her grandfather, and she had spent her life growing up in a fairly normal American household - her rich grandfather had been an ocean and a lifestyle away from her, someone to visit twice a year and be mildly amused at such a change in ways. Now, though, she was the head of this massive mansion, and this handsome boy was her own personal servant, paid from her own money, responsible to no one but herself.

"Anything," he repeated, and smiled as her own pretty mouth stretched into an excited grin.

"Oh Toby," she said, "you've no idea how I've dreamed of this moment. I hardly know where to start."

"I can leave you to yourself if you'd like some privacy, Miss," he said, unsure of what she wanted from him.

"Oh no, no, not at all. It's just... I don't know... I've always seen you as a friend mostly - a playmate rather than a servant. You were my grandfather's servant..."

"And now I'm your servant, Miss," he said reassuringly.

"You know, I've often wished you weren't a servant, Toby. Then we might have had a chance..."

"We can't all change what we are, Miss."

"Oh, but you're wrong about that," she said, placing a hand upon his knee now that he was turned to face her, "and some day I'll show you how wrong you are."

"What would you like me to do, Miss?" he asked once again - the need to serve that was somehow ingrained into his character revealing itself once more. "Shall I run you a nice warm bath? I can always get Alice to come up and give you a hand getting into it..."

"Mmm... maybe later - but I won't need Alice. You're my servant now, Toby, my personal servant. If anyone helps me get into a warm bath, you will." She looked at him with a mischievous smirk.

"I'm honoured, Miss," he replied, and he felt her hand moving steadily up his thigh, caressing him through the thin cotton of his white trousers.

"You'll have to help me get these clothes off, of course," Miss Templeton said, "I can't cope with it all now that my ankle's the way it is."

"Of course, Miss," Toby said. "When you want me to run the bath, just tell me. It won't take a minute."

"Mmm..." there was a dreamy look in Miss Templeton's eyes. Now, though, she shook it out of herself. "What about this pain in my ankles?" she said. "I thought I asked you to do something about it, Toby."

"What would you like me to do about it?" he asked.

"Well, I think you're going to have to kiss it better, Toby, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss."

She was smiling now, loving her control over him, and Toby loved to serve her - there was no one in the world he would rather serve. Carefully, he removed the bag of half-melted ice and dropped it onto the floor beside the bed, then he crawled over the bed so that he could gently lift her ankle and stoop to touch the swollen flesh softly with his warm lips. It was very cool to his touch from the contact with the ice.

"Mmm..." Miss Templeton moaned quietly at the first real contact with her new personal servant as he planted delicate kisses over her sore ankle.

"Toby?"

"Yes, Miss?"

"I think it might be nice if you kiss me here instead..."

"Certainly, Miss."

She pointed to her shin, and he followed her finger and planted another kiss where she indicated, then around to her slender calf muscle.

"Mmm..." she purred, "I like that. You're the best, Toby, you know that? Now why don't you try here..."

She pointed to her knee, and he did as he was told like a good servant. Her skin was so deliciously smooth, its soft warmth flavoured with the sharp salinity remaining from the sheen of perspiration she'd worked up during their game of tennis.

"Oh God..." she moaned quietly, "that is nice. But now I think you should kiss me... here..."

Her legs were now apart, and being careful not to knock her cushion-mounted ankle, Toby knelt on the bed between her knees, bending down to kiss her inner thighs, just where she was telling him to. He was kissing her pale skin just by the edge of her white pleated tennis skirt now, and along with her sweet perfume and that slightly musky post-exercise aroma emanating from her exquisite body, he detected a new, stronger odour and seemed to stir something within him. Was that her arousal?

He was so inexperienced - all his knowledge came from a few drunken conversations with boys in the village, conversations that had all been pretty one-sided, with him making it look as though he knew what the other boys were talking about, but in reality virtually everything they said was new to his ears. So he had heard about what it was like doing such things with girls - but he'd never experienced it himself.

"Now kiss me here," his employer told him, pulling up her skirt slightly to give him access further up those shapely thighs.

Gradually, that spicy fragrance strengthened, and with his mouth and nose so close to the upper limits of her thighs, he knew that it truly was her arousal. Such a thing thrilled him in a way he had never been thrilled before. Kissing both her thighs where she told him, he found himself waiting for her very next instruction with his heart in his throat.

"Oh Toby," she said, her expression seeming to want him to go on, but realising that he shouldn't. "I think I should take my bath before you go any further... all that exercise I've had this afternoon..."

"I don't mind, Miss," he said, looking up at her with earnest eyes. He had got to a stage now where he was desperate to please her, and also to experience her in ways he'd never experienced with the opposite sex before. He didn't want the delay a bath would bring. But he was the servant, it was not up to him.

"Go and run the bath then, Toby," she said. "Then you can help me undress."

He kissed her lightly on the inner thigh one last time, breathing in one last lung full of her scintillating scent - so close, and yet so far. Then it was into the bathroom to start the water flowing into the bathtub.

With the water flowing - it would take some minutes to fill the tub sufficiently, he returned to Miss Templeton's side.

"Help me take my top off, Toby," she said, and he put his hands to her waist, grabbing hold of the bottom of her white blouse.

His fingers touched her smooth stomach, and he was quite surprised just how warm her skin was. She put her arms up to allow him to pull the garment up and over her head, but as he pulled it up her stomach and over her chest, Toby purposefully allowed his hands to gently brush over her shapely breasts and past her stiffened little nipples. She responded to his touch overtly, and once the garment was off and over her head, her bare breasts presented to his wide eyes, her gaze fastened onto his.

"Oh Toby," she sighed, "I'm burning up all over."

"Is there anything I can do, Miss?"

"I think you'd better kiss me again."

"Anywhere in particular, Miss?" he asked.

"Here."

She pointed to her lips now, and couldn't help but smile. Toby smiled briefly in return, then leaned forwards to kiss her mouth. The contact was incredible: like tasting sweetened cream, the softness and sweetness of her lips electrified his senses. He felt her deepening breaths warm against his face as he explored her mouth with his. It was his first real kiss, and it was exquisite. As he kissed her, he gave into temptation and moved his hands up to run his fingers through her silky auburn hair, sweeping down to caress her soft, warm cheeks as he kissed her.

At last, they parted, and Miss Templeton looked into his eyes in astonishment.

"Toby, you are the most incredible person I've ever met!" she said breathlessly.

"Thank you, Miss," he said, not used to such lavish praise. He tried to keep his eyes focussed on hers - though with those phenomenal naked breasts presented before him, it was hard to do so. She really was extraordinarily beautiful.

"I'm still burning up, though," she said. "I think you'll have to kiss me here now."

She smiled wickedly, and her hands moved to her breasts. Between his thighs, Toby's rock-hard cock struggled for room inside those tight trousers of his. He'd never in his life felt so exhilarated as he did now.