More Spying in England 1634

This story follows on from my earlier 'I Spy in England 1633'. It takes Lord John and Lady Mary into areas that some people consider taboo (but still within Literotica.com guidelines} and may not be to your taste. I will completely understand if you choose not to read it.

If you haven't read the previous part, you may wish to do so first, although I believe that it is not imperative.

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England was calm; well relatively. There was still a tension between Parliament and King Charles but nobody believed that it would come to actual blows. Having said that, the King was still merciless to anyone who lampooned either him or his wife, Henrietta Maria, in print.

Lord John was glad that he had nothing to do with politics and stayed well away from the Court at Westminster. He knew where his traditional sympathy should lie but he also knew right from wrong but, overridingly, he had the sense to keep his opinions to himself.

On the other hand, relations between Lord John and Lady Mary had never been better. Since their adventure on the road back from Dorchester, earlier in the Summer, he had mostly forsaken his beloved telescope. Instead, on most days, he would accompany her ladyship on her charity visits around the Corfe area. They would take gifts of food and small luxuries to the sick and needy.

As they made their way home the couple found out of the way spots to sit in the sunshine. Once stripped down to just her hose and shoes, Lord John placed his wide leather money belt about Lady Mary's waist.

She would recall the events of that momentous day and remind his lordship.

"Did you like to see me used as a broodmare?"

"Did it make your old cock strain fit to burst?

"The little man's mushroom knob stretched me wide. I wish you had a closer look but you were tied up with your weapon on show.

"The tall man tupped me so deep that I thought that I should get a sore throat.

"You enjoyed the sight of your wife being ridden hard, didn't you."

Each time she spoke of something different.

When Lord John was worked up to a frenzy he would take his place behind her gripping the belt with both hands. With her sometimes playing the mare, sometimes the bitch.

They both enjoyed it but it was never quite as exciting as the first time with all its uncertainty and danger.

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Then the Autumn and Winter returned with a vengeance. They performed their re-enactments in their bedchamber but again it was never quite the same.

One afternoon her ladyship rang the bell for the serving girl.

"Betsy, would you kindly ask the baker's assistant, Barnaby, to attend to me here? I wish to question him on how he likes working at the castle since I persuaded the village baker to let him go."

When the girl had left the chamber, Lord John said with a smile, "I knew nothing of this."

"Ah, but you don't usually take any notice of who I employ in the kitchen," Mary laughed.

She instructed Lord John to hide behind a tapestry but firstly she took a ribbon from her hair and tied his hand behind him. "To lead you not into temptation," she said.

Barnaby looked quite sheepish as he knocked and entered the room.

"M'lady?" he said.

"Come in, don't just stand there. Close the door.

"Do you recall the conversation that we had the other week?" she asked.

"Yes, my lady," he said.

Lady Mary enquired, "What did I tell you, Barnaby?"

"That I wasn't to expose myself to the servant girls and I wasn't to fuck anybody or play with myself. The last bit was really difficult but I have done what you said,"

"Good, now remove your breeches."

"Why my lady?"

"Because I told you to do it and so that I may inspect you. I will be able to tell if you have, as you say, fucked anything or played with yourself."

"You can look but I haven't," said the baker's assistant undoing his breeches.

The lady looked closely. Then she stroked him under his scrotum. His cock began to rise. She blew on it very gently. It began to throb.

Lord John's cock was throbbing too.

Leaving Barnaby just as he was, Lady Mary poured herself a small glass of Claret wine and stood there sipping it as she stared at the young man's embarrassment.

She then made her way to the window and placed her hands on the sill. After a few minutes she slowly undid and dropped her skirt. Barnaby's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of her plump round white backside.

"Now I hope that you recall what I told you would happen to you if you shared any lies about us with another soul, do you?" she asked.

"Yes my lady. Lord John will brand me a liar and then have me gelded."

Lady Mary went on, "And I presume that you don't want your bollocks cut off?"

"No my lady."

"Good, I can tell that you haven't fucked anything and that you haven't played with yourself. As a reward you may fuck me," she said gently.

"What now, m'lady?"

"Yes, if your cock is still hard."

"So hard I fear the skin will split, my lady."

"Then you had better get on with it," she commanded.

The young man waddled towards her. He gripped her hips and entered the lady. Like a wind up toy he just went for it. Mary had to push hard against the narrow windowsill to prevent herself from being hurled through the glass.

She turned her head and looked to where John was hiding. Then she gave him that smile that said, "I know that I'm being obscene but I don't care."

He felt his taught penis twitch hard. Now Lord John knew why his wife had insisted that Barnaby refrained from any form of sex. She wanted his ball sack totally full to be used on her alone. As well as lust his lordship felt another emotion for the first time; jealousy. Not jealous for his wife but for the full blooded fucking of the youth. At sixty, John was twenty years older than Mary. He felt that he could still give full value, sexually, but seeing Barnaby in action introduced a tiny little insecurity into his brain.

The lad didn't last that long but what he gave her ladyship was everything that he had.

Lady Mary gave him a few minutes to recover and then she said, "Now this is important. You must tell no-one about this. You must not show yourself to anyone and you must leave your prick alone. Your cock belongs to me. I will send for you when I need to use it again.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lady," said Barnaby.

"Now run along and remember to keep your word and then you can keep your bollocks. Otherwise, I will have a new coin purse," she concluded.

Once the young man had gone, Mary said, "You can come out now. You are making a large dent in that tapestry."

As he emerged, he slipped the somewhat symbolic ribbon from his hands.

"Madame, it is my belief that you have been plotting that little entertainment for some time," Lord John remarked.

"Was it not highbrow enough for your lordship's cultured taste? I admit that it involved no lanky gentleman and no midget but he has filled me up as much as both of them.

"You may not have appreciated the subtleties of the performance but your cock did, by the look of it.

"Shall I play the mare?"

Lord John laughed and said, "Spy out of the window and I shall have my way behind your back."

While he was enjoying his wife, his lordship thought, "She was not wrong, he has filled her very well."

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Christmas was wonderful that year. Lady Mary loved to have her family around her.

Their eldest son was now a strapping young man of nineteen. His name was also John Joseph, like his father, but everyone called him Joseph. His brother was Edward, a less strongly built lad, of seventeen. At sixteen, Charlotte looked as pretty as a rose.

Secretly, Mary compared her love life to Christmas. Although she had good food all year round she looked forward to and enjoyed the more exotic spices of the special occasion.

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Spring was welcomed by everyone. The Lord and Lady resumed their outdoor trips but Lord John could sense something tense in Lady Mary's demeanour. She could sense something twitchy in his. They both knew that it was time to seek out some fresh spice.

"Could we go to Dorchester again, my lord? I did so relish our last trip."

"We cannot guarantee that we would stumble into two such ruffians again. We will need to plan ahead.

"Perhaps we could travel to Salisbury. If we stayed at an inn for a few days I could hire a couple of men each night and then I could hide and watch" said Lord John.

Lady Mary bounced with delight. "That would be wonderful!" said Mary, thinking that a couple may be three or maybe more.

"We will need to go in disguise just as we did before," she added.

They spend the following week planning every detail. At night the money belt was made good use of.

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Lord John had made a rare visit to his telescope. He was a little surprised that it was unpacked from its Winter covers. Maybe one of the servants had readied it for him.

He surveyed the area around Corfe Castle but found little of interest. Turning his gaze to the English Channel he noted what ships were in Swanage Harbour. Then what ships were sailing East and what ships were sailing West. The merchant vessels still showed the white flag and red cross of England. The occasional Royal Navy Warship flew the combined crosses of St George and St Andrew, the Union Flag.

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The day arrived for the trip to Salisbury. Lady Mary rose early. Her husband knew that she was excited but went over the plans one last time.

They donned the clothing of the middling merchant class. They had horses of the middling sort. There was no escort and no weapons just as before.

It being a good two day's ride to Salisbury, Lord John planned to lodge overnight at an inn about midway in the journey.

As they were about to mount her ladyship twirled around and asked, "Do I fit the bill as a mediocre merchant's wife, my lord."

"Never mediocre, madam, but your Grandmother's pearls are rather spoiling the deception."

"Oh goodness me! I forgot that I was wearing them. I had better remove the necklace"

Finally, they rode out.

The horses soon found a pace that they were happy with. The bridleway was wide enough to allow them to travel side by side for much of the time.

Their laughter rang out as they exchanged jokes and stories. Lady Mary threw in the occasional reference to their last trip, some of them really quite crude indeed.

By mid-morning they stopped to rest the horses and take some refreshment themselves. Leading their mounts away from the main track they found a secluded spot. Lord John used his money belt and Lady Mary played the Mare.

Lunch was taken at a village tavern. By mid-afternoon they paused again and the lady played the bitch.

It was getting on for twilight by the time they trotted into The Inn at Cranborne.

Lord John was just agreeing terms with the landlord when a voice boomed out behind them, "Good evening Father. Good evening Mother."

They both turned quickly to see their eldest son, John Joseph, standing in the doorway.

"What the Deuce are you doing here?" exclaimed his lordship.

"Let me arrange a room and I will explain all," replied Joseph.

The three of them were soon in a side snug with food and drink.

"Kindly divulge what is going on, Joseph," demanded his father.

"I am sorry but I was so intrigued by all your dressing up and sneaking off in such a mysterious manner. I decided to follow you. I have been close behind you all the way. When you stopped, I stopped. When you went off the track I hid and watched you."

His mother coloured up. "What did you see exactly?" she asked.

"Oh nothing I haven't seen before. But obviously much clearer this time," replied Joseph.

"What the devil do you mean by that?," shouted his father.

"Keep calm, father. It is a compliment.

"I've always known that you are the most loving couple but until recently I never knew just how loving.

"I noticed that you started to neglect your telescope at the end of last Summer. When you still didn't take it up again this spring I thought that you wouldn't mind if I made use of it.

"You can see for miles from the top of the castle. It didn't take me long to follow where you both go and what you do on your walks."

Both his mother and father nearly choked.

"Joseph, that was very very naughty of you to spy on your father and I."

"I'm sure that father used to use it to spy on other couples when they were doing just what you were doing. And like I said, it is a complement. I am proud that you still love each other at your age."

"That's as maybe but it's still wrong," scolded his mother.

"Anyway, I won't be using the telescope to spy on you anymore.

"Not now that I've seen it all close up," Joseph said with a grin.

"Oh, please, let no-one speak of it again. We should all go to our beds. Your father and I have a long journey tomorrow," said Lady Mary, just wanting to escape her embarrassment.

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I don't know about you but, no matter how comfortable, I always find it difficult to sleep on my first night in a strange bed.

Lady Mary didn't sleep well. Lord John didn't sleep well. They both had something on their mind. I suspect that Joseph may have tossed a little too.

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The next morning they were ready early. The air was already sweet and warm. While their horses were brought out from the stables, Lord John spoke with the landlord and enquired about the better inns in Salisbury. The landlady and her ladyship chatted. She was a pleasant buxom woman of about Mary's own age. It delighted her when her ladyship complimented the woman on the cleanliness of their room. Joseph talked to a chambermaid while he stroked a nipple through her bodice. All the while he looked over her shoulder at the landlady's ample rear.

When they trotted out onto the main highway Lord John said to Joseph, "Safe journey home my son."

"Oh no, my mission is not over yet," Joseph replied.

"What damned mission?" exclaimed his father.

Joseph laughed and said, "To discover if you are spying for the King or for Parliament."

"Shhhh! You will get us all hanged. I am spying for neither."

"Well for the Church of England or the Church of Rome then," said his son with a smirk.

"It is no laughing matter. I spy for no-one. Your mother and I have just taken a fancy to travel to Salisbury."

Joseph continued his smirking, "Ah I see. You both crave some spice that you can't get at home."

Lord John loved Joseph. His impudence reminded him of his own at that age. On the odd occasion when his lordship had tried to chastise him, Joseph just appealed to his mother. She would never deny him anything.

"I can ride with you or I can follow you, I don't mind," said the young man.

Lady Mary said, "Oh let the boy do what he wants. We can't sit here all morning."

So off they went north-westwardly.

Sometimes they could ride three abreast but often the bridleway only allowed two by two progress. On these occasions, the father led the way and mother and son rode together. While Lord John could hear them chatting and laughing, he couldn't make out what was being said.

Joseph did most of the talking and Lady Mary did most of the giggling.

At the first stop for refreshment, Joseph announced loudly, "I can attend to the horses while you attend to mother."

"That will be enough of that sort of talk," said his father.

Lunch was taken at a roadside hostelry.

When they stopped in the mid-afternoon, Joseph again shouted, "You can attend to mother while I attend to the horses."

This time that thought had crossed Lady Mary's mind. The thought had also crossed Lord John's mind. But neither of them communicated the thought to the other.

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Salisbury is a lovely place. With a population of about seven thousand it is much larger than Wareham or even Dorchester. Unlike most towns in England, Salisbury looks as if somebody actually thought about it before they built it. The streets run parallel to each other almost as if some person had used a pencil and rule to draw how they should look. There is a large open market square in the middle, which is not too far from the Cathedral.

It was late afternoon when the trio arrived at the White Bear Inn. They paid for two rooms for two nights. The lord also paid the proprietor to store his valuables in the inn's strongbox.

Making the most of the warm evening the three strolled around the market square before sitting outside of the Haunch of Venison with some bread and local cheese accompanied by a large flagon of Salisbury Ale. Independently, both husband and wife pondered how they were going to have any exotic spice while they had this ball and chain with them.

As the light started to fade father, mother and son made their way back towards the White Bear Inn.

And then everything went black.

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Very slowly consciousness returned to Lord John. Initially his vision was blurred but he was aware that he couldn't move his arms.

As the haze lifted from his eyes he knew that he was in a dark room and yet a shaft of bright moonlight shone down from a high window and created a square of illumination in the centre of the space.

In the square was Lady Mary. Face down. Nearly naked. Strapped to a narrow bench.

His lordship blinked several times. He had had similar dreams many times before. It must have been the cheese.

But no, he was awake. Then wide awake.

In disbelief, he took in the scene. The bench was about three feet long but only three inches wide. Designed to sit on but not lie on. His money belt was passed under it but over his wife's back. She wasn't completely naked as she was still wearing her shoes and hose. Sir John had a strong sense of déjà vu.

Because of the narrowness of the bench, his lady's breasts tried to hang down on either side.

"What the hell is going on?" he demanded.

"We were drugged," said Mary, "evidently it happens a lot in Salisbury.

"They stole our money and my ring then they left us in the street. The Constable thought that we were drunk and incapable so he threw us in the 'clink' for the night. They just put the men and women in together.

"The scoundrels sometimes take a hostage for ransom. Usually a blood family member.

"They don't take wives anymore because husbands rarely pay to get them back.

"Sometimes the blackguards panic and murder the hostages.

"Joseph, you know the young man that we were talking to, whom we've never ever met before is also in here."

It took his lordship a few seconds to realise that she didn't want anyone to know that Joseph was a close blood family member in case he should be a target for kidnappers.

"There are three other men in here with us. With your keen eye for observation you may have noticed that they intend to use me. I have persuaded the men that they would enjoy it more if you saw them do it, so they have very kindly agreed to wait until you and that complete stranger woke up," she said.

A gruff voice came out of the darkness, "Never mind all that bollocks. Can we just get on with it? Our stiff cocks have been pointing at that lovely arse for long enough."

A burly man emerged from the darkness with his cock in his hand and said, "We are in luck here boys. They usually only throw dirty old drunken whores in here but this one looks as if she may have had a bath lately. It will add to the jollity to have her old bastard of a husband watching.