The Other Boleyn Girl (closed) IC

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Lord Henry Fitzwarren, age 36, 5 foot 11, black hair, blue eyes, Diplomat.

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Late summer, 1520AD.

Henry, otherwise known as Lord Fitzwarren, stood in the North tower, looking west, towards Paris.
He was in the Chateau De Saint Critsophe, his home for the last four years.

Henry had been an Aide de Camp to Sir Thomas Boleyn, English Ambassador to the French Royal Court. Now Boleyn had been recalled, and he, Lord Fitzwarren, was now charged with taking care of Boleyn`s daughters and their entourage, for the next four weeks. That was when they, would also return to the Court of Henry VIII, King of England.

Henry was well aware of the Boleyn girls, having seen them many times in Paris, indeed, the elder, Mary was reputed to have been the Mistress of King Francois, and to have a voracious sexual appetite. There were even rumours at court, about her maid being involved also, in the occasional menage a trois.

The younger sister, Mistress Anne, was more sedate, playful yes, but possibly even virginal, or so some observers thought. Henry had to wonder though, if she too would turn out like her sister, and acheive the same notoriety.

Henry wondered also, would he too be snared by Mary, her maid, or even Anne, only time would tell.

He saw a cloud of dust in the distance, no doubt about it now, his driver, Jean-Michel, was racing back with the carriage, and his charges.
 
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Anne hated her time in France watching her sister show off and catching the eye of every young man on the estate. Just because it was rumoured she had slept with King François they seemed to think that taking her to bed would somehow improve their reputation. Little did they know the truth about Mary’s insatiable appetite for men and, truth be told, women too. How she had avoided being with child was a mystery but it had to happen sometime.

And now, to raise the stakes even further she feared Henry Fitzwarren was sniffing round. She had seen how he looked at Mary and then teasingly at Anne herself. Normally she would just brush it off, she had had many suitors most of whom were her own age and terribly immature. But Henry Fitzwarren was different. He was a mature attractive man and one who, for the first time in her life, set her pulse racing.

But she remembered the advice given her by her nanny, Alice, the old lady who had helped raise generations of Boleyns. She had said to her “Always keep something back from a man and make him work for every favour you give. One day it will be right for you to surrender your innocence but remember it can only ever happen once. Make sure you get a good price for it.” Anne smiled as she remembered Alice and her ‘pearls of wisdom.’

Her thoughts were distracted when she noticed Henry Fitzwarren waiting for the arrival of the carriage. She allowed him to help her out, smiled at him, blushed and then demurely lowered her eyes before saying softly “Thank you my Lord.” Then walking away from him in the garden she hoped his eyes were following her, she prayed his eyes were following her. But she would not turn around in case it broke the spell.

 
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Mary Boyleyn​

Mary smirked at her sister Anne's almost virginal appearance, the cream dress was no doubt elegant and adored with beautiful pearls but it was so modest and concealing designed to blend in rather then to snare attention when one entered a room. Mary ran her hand absently over the red and gold velvet skirt of her newest gown, the latest in French designs a gift from King of France for his Mistress. The neck line exposed the top of her creamy breasts and the waist drew in showing her curves, it was designed to show off her womanly assets and beauty.

She was beautiful there was no doubt about it, both Boyleyn girls were known for their beauty, among other things Mary thought as she smiled to herself. The wonderful scenery that passed by the carriage was of little interest to Mary she was still aggrieved at having been forced to leave the French palace she had protested till she was hoarse that it was unfair and unwise for her father to force her to do this when she was so close to becoming the king of France's wife. Her father had simply snorted at her and flared in anger telling her it was her that was unwise and who had miscalculated her own worth and pushed things to far. His tirade had gone on for a long while and Mary had been shocked to silence her shoulders slumped as she accepted her fate.

Mary never got the full story behind her fathers decision or his anger towards her but she had known to comply, she could tell her father was acting on some information she was not privy to and that it would be in her best interest to obey without further unpleasantness. Now she sat with her sister Anne and their chamber maid Jane Walpole and rocked side to side with the sway of the carriage.

Mary had only began to smile and become animated, as they passed some handsome men of Lord Henry Fitzwarren court, she waved to them out of the carriage window then pretended to be shy and timid when they waved back hiding behind her scarlet and black lace fan. They were almost at their destination, a few short moments later the carriage drew to a halt. Mary let Anne step down first, she then paused for a moment just enough time to make the Lord curious. Then she extended her hand to him and allowed him to help her from the carriage.

Her shoulders back her head high her breast prominent as she looked at him and smiled before tilting her head slightly in a bow and thanking him "Thank you My Lord, most gracious of you to accept us into your home I am Mistress Lady Mary Boyleyn, tis a pleasure." she flashed him another devastating smile and bowed her head again. Withdrawing her hand slowly she made show of blushing at his touch and then turned to face Jane who was scrambling from the carriage unaided.

"Help fetch our things Jane" Mary knew the Lords staff would soon be ushering her off to their quarters, Mary then made show of sliding her arm through her sisters and smiling at Lord Henry Fitzwarren as she tucked a her long golden hair over her shoulder. "Will you show us around your home My Lord?" she questioned politely her blue eyes sparkling "Anne and myself have need to stretch our legs after that journey"
 
The sway of the carriage was almost enough to send Jane to sleep, especially when combined with the intoxicating scents worn by her mistresses, but somehow she fought it. Her rich hazel coloured eyes straying out of the window and watching the pretty French scenery flashing past.
She had worked for the Boleyn family all her life and the day she was chosen to be a ladies maid was the proudest of her mother’s life. She would be working ‘above stairs’, working within the family home. It was an honour and she fulfilled her duties enthusiastically.
Serving the Boleyns as if they were her own flesh and blood.
Once or twice her eyes strayed back to the elder Boleyn sister, Mary. Feeling her cheeks flush whenever she thought back to the night when she had served her in a different way.

Visions of their bodies touching, tasting, skin rubbing over skin, glowing in the candlelight…

The sound of the carriage coming to an abrupt halt cut into her daydream and made her pale complexion blush even harder.
She fought to compose herself as the two sisters were helped down from the carriage. Making her own way out and around to the rear of the vehicle to help supervise the collection of their baggage.
"Help fetch our things Jane"
”Yes Miss Mary,” Jane curtseyed as she watched the sisters moving away from the carriage with a striking man who had to be Lord Fitzwarren.
Tucking a stray lock of her auburn hair behind an ear, Jane busied herself with instructing his Lord’s servants on which trunk belonged to which sister before accompanying Mary’s things to her room.

She began unpacking, hanging her mistress’ dresses to rid them of creases, putting her toiletries out on the dressing table and then doing the same with Anne’s things in her room.
Jane found herself looking adoringly at the fine gowns belonging to the sisters. Knowing she would never know how it would feel to wear such opulent garments, to feel such expensive material against her skin.

Shaking herself out of such foolish thoughts, she had work to do. Jane made her way down the kitchen to find the cook. After all, the sisters’ tastes would need to be catered for along with everything else.

Once that was done, she headed to the modest room just down the corridor from the sisters’ suites that would serve as her quarters during their stay. She had a single small bag, within which were her two other ‘good’ dresses that she could wear if attending the sisters during the evening or at a banquet. They were not fine by any stretch of the imagination but they were fairly new and had been paid for by the Boleyns, after all she was a maid, not a lady in waiting. She didn’t need to look anything other than presentable.

Taking out some sewing she had to do, Jane sat on her bed to await the call of the sisters when they had need of her.
 
The contrast between the two Boleyn girls was stunning. The elder Mary, was forthright, and outgoing, an unusual trait for the times, to say the least. The younger sister Anne, was demure, quiet, and almost virginal in her ways. Although to be honest, how any young woman stayed virginal at the French Royal Court was beyond me. The place was a den of iniquity, affairs, mistresses, wild parties, were all normal behaviours here in France, I had to wonder, would this laxity of sexual decorum ever spread to my beloved England?

That is not to say that I did not partake of the pleasures of the flesh, I most certainly did when at court, it was there to be had, and I had it. Here in the country, La Campagne, we were more reserved, what happened here happened behind closed doors. Of course being in the country, we English Lords, and our French counterparts, still had our choice of maids, and serving wenches, all of whom were aware, that if you want to work, then you do the work, whatever it might be.

But I digress, the sisters had arrived, along with their maid, a beauty in her own right, whom I would certainly be having some discourse with, before the month was out, and a crotchety old chaperone, about whom the less said the better. Both sisters though, looked stunning in their own way, and I was attracted to both. Maybe for differing reasons, but it was true. They would be here for at least a month, so there would be time for me to look, and make up my own mind, if I wished to pursue either of them. Mary requested a tour of the house for both of them, to take away the numbness of bring in the carriage for so long, and I was happy to oblige.

I took them both in through the main entrance, explaining as I went along.

"As you can see ladies, this is the main entrance, the grand staircase by the window, leads up to the bedrooms, but we shall come back to those later, follow me please."
I took then through into the grand hall, with its ornate ceiling paintings, and large windows.

"This of course is the Banqueting Hall, where occasionally I entertain the local dignitaries, and once, the King himself. The dining room is off to the left here."

I opened the door, showing them the room with its 24 place dining table. We passed through the dining room, and the kitchen area, into the rear of the house, and out into the yard.

"Here are the stables, and we have horses if you wish to ride, the estate is large, and you can ride for hours. Unfortunately, my groomsman Philipe is away at the moment, his father was killed yesterday. But I can assist in the stables, with anything that you might require, until he returns."

My mind slipped back a few days for a moment, to when the kitchen maid Monique and I, had spent a good couple of hours in there, but no horses were ridden that day, but Monique most certainly was.

I took the sisters back into the house, to the grand staircase, and up to the bedrooms.

"Two suites have been set aside, one each. the first is for Anne, and along the hall is yours Mary, they have connecting doors, your maidservant has a smaller room, connected to your suite by a lockable door Mary. My room is opposite, should you need any assistance at all.
Now then, I suggest you both relax for a while, and that we meet by the staircase later today. When I can show you the rest of the house, and gardens."
 
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Anne heard her Sister alight from the carriage and didn’t need telling she was using every one of her charms to begin enchanting Lord Henry Fitzwarren. She had seen it so often and although he was not as big a catch as the King of France he was nevertheless wealthy and Anne knew that Mary saw that as a challenge. Money was power and Mary wanted it. But what about her own position? Maybe the time had come for Anne to begin using her charms for her own advancement and she wouldn’t want Mary cramping her style.

Allowing her sister to join her in the gardens the two walked in silence until Anne stopped, turned and faced her sister. “O Mary, you are starting it again. Father will be furious if he thinks you have your eyes on Our Lord Fitzwarren. At least the King of France had a throne!”

Mary did not reply and Anne knew it was best not to pursue the conversation. Soon they were summoned to join Lord Henry for the first tour of the house. Again Anne kept a sidewise glance on her sister knowing she was trying to draw the attention not only of their host but of his male (and possibly female) servants as well.

Suddenly Anne’s thoughts were brought to an abrupt end by Lord Fitzwarren’s words "This of course is the Banqueting Hall, where occasionally I entertain the local dignitaries, and once, the King himself. The dining room is off to the left here."

‘The King?’ Did their host mean the King of France? Or the King of England? Now that would be different. If Henry VIII, King of England had attended then Lord Fitzwarren may well have his ear. This made him even more attractive and opened the possibility of using him to get favours for her family.

After Lord Fitzwarren had left them Anne went to her suite and ensured her things were in order. Thanking Jane she made her way to her sister’s room. Knocking she did not give her time to respond before she entered. Seeing Mary turn to look at her Anne closed the door and moved into the room, her dress rustling as she walked.

“I … I’ve come for a ‘sisterly chat’” She said slowly. “I think it might be … time … be time for …” Blushing so hot she felt sure the kitchen staff would be able to roast the ox on her cheeks she continued “… help me. Please Sister, you … know what I’m asking …” She fell silent waiting for her Sister’s reply. Would it be mocking? Or would it be practical?
 
Mary had show delighted interest in everything Lord Fitzwarren had shown them, praising his home and his possessions "tis a magnificent Banqueting Hall My lord, I am sure the King was suitably impressed." she ran her hand across the back of one of the chairs and smiled warmly at Lord Fitzwarren. Her sapphire eyes had sparkled and her lip and twitched at the corners, so Lord Fitzwarren dined with The King she mused to herself, perhaps this is why father had sent them here to gain favor.

Nodding politely at his suggestion of a rest, Mary then smiled and curtsied "Yes my Lord a rest for our travel wary bodies is a fine suggestions, you are so kind to consider our needs my lord. We shall look forward to meeting with you later for the rest of the tour." She lowered her blue eyes and inclined her head offering Lord Fitzwarren an informal bow " till we meet later my lord" she then smiled brightly and walked passed him and began climbing the stairs and heading to her chamber.

Mary knew Anne had followed her lead, her dear dutiful sister would never linger longer then was proper. They had been dismissed and so there was no doubt Anne would quickly follow social etiquette and head to her own chambers to rest. Entering her chambers Mary noticed that her dresses had been aired and hung up in the armoire and that her belongings had been placed as she liked them. Jane had been with the family long enough that she could see to the sisters needs without instruction. Well there were still some needs Jane still followed instruction in and did so quite well, Mary was remembering their last tantalizing encounter with the beautiful chamber maid, so willing so soft so eager to please.

Mary had just sent for the bucket maids to bring her some bathing water when she heard the knock at the adjoining door to her sisters room. To her amazement before she had time to answer Anne scurried in looking quite unnerved and anxious. Mary looked her over the shock clear on her face "Well do come in sister" Mary teased and placed her hands on her hips "what ever has gotten into you?" she asked and Anne began to stumble and stammer over her concerns.

Patience was not Mary's strong point and despite her sisters clear discomfort, she placed a hand on Anne's shoulder "Be clear dear Anne, are you saying you wish to be bed? To have your thighs parted finally after all this time?" Mary could not hide the smile or amusement in her eyes. "Do you care to tell me why?" Mary moved and sat herself down on one of the chairs by the fire place and gestured for Anne to do the same.
 
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Anne found it difficult conversing with Mary on almost any subject because she found her to be so crude, vulgar almost in ways so un befitting of a lady. And now she capped it with her mocking questions "Be clear dear Anne, are you saying you wish to be bed? To have your thighs parted finally after all this time?" Then almost mocking Mary continued "Do you care to tell me why?"

Those words! That question! That description of the act itself! Poor Anne blushed bright red as she hesitated and then sat down in the chair. She knew her sister loved to tease her about her innocence. In fact all of the French Court knew that somehow Anne had retained her virginity when everyone else had lost theirs.

Struggling to answer she said “It … it … has to … to happen sometime. And … And I think that the time is fast approaching.” There! She had said it. Expecting a somewhat crude response Anne tried to break the awkwardness of the situation before Mary could answer. “I … know it hurts. I’ve heard young maids scream and I’ve seen horses do … do it. But I have also … heard other women say it … it is wonderful and … I’ve heard …” She blushed even redder as she got up and said “I’ve heard you!” Turning round and breathing in she made for the door “Look this was stupid, I’ve wasted your time. Sorry!”

As Anne made her way to the door she thought back to her childhood and how she had been mocked for having an additional finger on her left hand and had been teased relentlessly for having a mole on her neck, the sign of the devil some said. Now she was being mocked for remaining a virgin. Some even said the devil was preserving her innocence so when the antichrist came to stalk the earth he would take it himself.
 
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I called all of the servants together in the kitchen, as I wished to address them all regarding my guests.

"We have 2 young ladies, along with their maid and chaperone as guests. They are very important people, who will in a few weeks be returning to the court of King Henry of England, our recent visitor. These ladies, and their servants are to be given every courtesy, and, where ever possible, everything that they ask for. I will not have them saying that Lord Henry William Richard Fitzwarren was lax in his treatment of them."

Looking around at the assembled servants, I asked,

"Is that understood?"


"Oui Monsieur" came the reply.

I nodded once, before calling old Matthieu over to me, he must have been 70 by now, but he was as loyal as the day is long.

As I waited, I did wonder who would be the first to arrive.

"You will attend the suite of Mistress Mary, and inform her that your Lord requires that Mistress Mary have her maid present for the rest of the tour of the house."

There was really no need for the maid to be present, I just wanted a closer look, if an opportunity arose to bed this woman, I needed to make sure that there was something worth having. Although, rumours did abound that possibly her Mistress...., well, we would see.

I spoke with cook about the evening meal, asking her to provide something impressive, I wanted my guests to go to bed happy, and well fed.

But before that, I had to meet my guests again, and time was marching on, I needed to complete the tour before our meal was ready to be served.

I waited for my guests, wondering, which one would arrive first.
 
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Mary was not without compassion her sister seemed in turmoil although reluctant to explain why this sudden change of heart. "Wait dear sister, sit by the fire we shall talk while I bathe" just then a knock at the door signaled the arrival of the bucket maids. "enter" was all Mary said and the maids came in and set about filling the copper bath by the fire. "Please Anne you can wash my back for me and we can send Jane out into the hall and have us some quiet time. What do you say?" .

Mary smiled reassuring Anne and then crossed to the steaming bath pleased with it. She then crossed to the dresser and grabbed her soap and a sea sponge and her brush. "I do hate feeling so dirty, I swear this dust is now part of me" she mused as the bucket maids and with a nod of Mary's head Jane stepped into the hall and closed the door. "Will you help me with my laces sister?" Mary moved her hair over her shoulder and turned her back to Anne for assistance with the gown.
 
Anne breathed a deep sigh of relief. Mary had several personalities and could change in an instant. She was so glad the compassionate, caring sister was now in the room.

Sending Jane outside Anne said to her “If you see Lord Henry will you please tell him we will be down shortly. It’s our prerogative as ladies to keep men waiting!” Both Anne and the servant smiled at each other.

Anne loved her sister and was so thrilled she had been asked to help her bathe. Removing the dust was important for Tudor women, especially those who moved in society. The last thing any of them wanted was to be considered grimy or unwashed.

After helping her sister from the bath Anne looked at the dresses in Mary’s wardrobe. Both agreed on the one Mary would wear and Anne helped her with the laces. While lacing Mary’s back Anne opened up to her sister “We live in hard times Sister and no one knows what our future will be. Lord Henry has the King’s ear and I know if we can impress him we might safeguard our family’s future”.

After she was robed Anne combed Mary’s hair so it hung seductively over her back and side. Anne continued her conversation “You remember Nanny Alice? Of course you do, silly question” both girls smiled “Her advice was ‘Always keep something back from a man and make him work for every favour you give. One day it will be right for you to surrender your innocence but remember it can only ever happen once. Make sure you get a good price for it’".

Giggling Anne continued “Well … maybe it’s time I surrendered my innocence. Lord Henry wants Jane in his bed, I saw the way he looked at her, and I wager he is making suggestions to her now! He wants you because you have been fucked by the King of France. I bet he would also like to teach an innocent young maid the ways of the world! What would he give to be my conqueror? And … I … want to know what it feels like. I don’t want it to be with a little boy. I want a man!”

Turning Mary to face her Anne asked “Would you mind if I bathed here now too?” And without waiting a reply she went over to a beautiful green dress “That’s the dress you were wearing the night the Spanish Ambassador came to visit King François. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. After I’ve bathed … may I borrow it?”
 
Jane worked quietly and efficiently to help Lord Henry’s servants prepare Mary’s bath. Ensuring to add her mistress’ favourite scents to the warm water, and place a cloth close to the fire to warm in readiness for when she wanted to dry herself.
I shall be outside should you need anything, Miss Mary, and will inform Lord Henry should he come enquiring after you both, Miss Anne,” Jane bowed her head before ushering the bucket maids out at Mary’s silent indication.

You can return to your duties,” She informed them once they were outside of the room and the door closed behind them.
Should my mistresses need anything, I can attend them alone…
Watching the French servants disappear down the corridor, Jane took up her place outside the bedchamber door. Hands held loosely behind her back, lost in her own thoughts with half an ear open in case she should be summoned from within.

She sensed the sisters had issues of a personal matter to discuss. Her cheeks flushing a little as she was fairly certain she knew what those issues pertained to. Anne was no doubt asking Mary’s advice on matters of the bedchamber, of relations between men and women.

Sighing, Jane let her eyes drift across the corridor to admire a detailed tapestry on the far wall. Aside from her experiences with her mistress Mary, Jane was as untouched by male hands as her other mistress. She knew such a thing was rare among female serving staff but the Boleyns had run a strict household. In truth, she wasn’t sure how Mary had learnt the things she had growing up in such surroundings but she was the woman she was and, if she was honest, Jane was a little in awe of the poised, sensual young woman she served.
 
I saw the maids Marie, and Celestine coming down the staircase, and I enquired of them where they had been.

"Attending to your guest smy Lord"

they told me, and then they ran away giggling, so I was still no wiser, and yet, time was marching on. I did not admonish them though, as they had both shared my bed at one time or another, as one does with one`s serving girls in La Balle France of course. Indeed, one night I had them both together, ah the sweet memories I thought.

But that was in the past, and I wanted to know what was happening now, so I made my way up the staircase. I strode along the hallway towards my room, when I saw the servant girl, the maid of the Boleyn`s, seated outside Mary`s room. I stopped and looked at her, admiring her ample bosom, as she sat before me. And it occurred to me, here might be a welcome diversion, some evening entertainment for me in my bed. The French girls were not bad, but you could only take so much of "Alors Milord, Alors!"

"You are the maid Jane as I recall, well I have two things to tell you Jane. Firstly, that door there, on the other side of the hallway, is my room. When my manservant knocks on your door, that is where you will go. And make sure you are wearing your nightdress, it would not do for you to be seen naked here. Secondly, inform your Mistresses that I require them downstairs, in thirty minutes time from now."


Without waiting for a reply, I turned on my heel, and went back down the staircase.
 
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Mary was eager to bathe and had stepped into the bath with a low sensual sigh of pleasure. "oh it is heavenly dear sister" she closed her eyes as if savoring the sensation, it was so good to feel the caress of warm clean water to know that soon her body would be free from the grime of their travels.

By the fire Mary stood in the copper tub with her long blond hair draped down her naked back and her arms up over her head, she squeezed the sponge full of water and let the warm water spill down over her body tracing her curves. She moaned in pleasure and then repeated this a few more times before scrubbing away the dirt properly.

Anne had helped but remained quiet as if deciding her best choice of words, Mary smiled and allowed her this freedom to think. It was only as Anne helped Mary from the bath and to dress that she chose to explain her sisterly request. Mary listened hiding a slight smile from time to time. As Anne removed her clothes and stepped into the bath, Mary came to her and began to bathe her younger sister as she had many times over the years.

Mary was taking her time to slide the sponge over every curve, slowly out lining Anne ample breast and then the slight swell of her stomach before standing behind her and whispering. "trust me sister" then she slid her hand lower and boldly circled the soapy sponge over her beautiful sisters womanhood, Anne gasped and went to move away her embarrassment clear "easy now, sister I am offering you some of the instruction you seek, I promise"

"It seems you and I saw the same opportunity sister, perhaps combined we can ensure our fathers good favor and thusly our own station." her mouth was next to Anne's neck and she lightly kissed her sisters cheek, Mary's hand still circling the sponge over Anne's sweet virginal sex.

"Sister I will not lie to thee, to bed a man can be painful, it can be tiresome, it can be more of a chore then you would think suitable for even our Jane" Mary whispered into her sisters ear as if they shared some sacred secret. Bending Mary scooped some water from the bath and used it to massage her free hand across Anne's breast while her other hand furiously worked on Anne's prized sex, Mary smiled to see the subtle responses her sister tried to hide.

Pinching the hardening nipple of her sister as Mary continued to teased Anne's throbbing sex, Mary continued to confide in her sweet younger sister. " but sister, my darling if you are prepared for your union and if you learn a few secrets well hidden from our fair sex by prudish ignorant women and selfish scared little men then your union will not only be enjoyable but very well may make you memorable" Mary kissed lightly on Anne's shoulder "let your self go sister relax, simply feel"
 
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Anne was stunned. Not only had Mary ignored her request for the dress but she was touching her in a place she had longed to touch herself. But any girl who did that went to hell. Didn’t she? Yet now Mary, her sister, the one she looked up to was teasing her breasts, her nipples.

Her mind went back to when she was at home and Michael the stable hand who used to set her pulse racing, but it would never happen because he knew his place and she knew hers. Only once her father had seen her looking at him and the very next day his services were dispensed with. But how she had wanted him to do something like this to her!

Anne trembled as Mary said "trust me sister" The sponge seemed to be teasing her flesh, making her moan and then she heard her sister continue "easy now, sister I am offering you some of the instruction you seek, I promise" Anne wanted this but she didn’t. She wanted to escape but she wanted more. No one had told her that feelings like this were possible. She felt as though her nipples were about to burst through her skin. And what was that tingling she felt down … down there?

Next the sponge was circling her sex, gently teasing and yet demanding. This HAD to be wrong but she couldn’t stop it, she wouldn’t even if she could. "Sister I will not lie to thee, to bed a man can be painful, it can be tiresome, it can be more of a chore then you would think suitable for even our Jane" Anne could only groan in response as Mary continued "But sister, my darling if you are prepared for your union and if you learn a few secrets well hidden from our fair sex by prudish ignorant women and selfish scared little men then your union will not only be enjoyable but very well may make you memorable" Mary kissed lightly on Anne's shoulder "let your self go sister relax, simply feel"

“O Sister … this is … this … is …” Anne’s voice trailed off as she entered into the moment wondering where it would end. Suddenly she thought she heard Lord Henry’s voice outside the door. Coming back to reality she said “Sister, I fear Lord Henry has designs on our Jane’s innocence. I saw how he was looking at her.” She giggled “And I wish he was looking at me that way! So, what do you say? Can I borrow the dress?”

With those words she stood up in the bath, the spell broken she reached for a towel.
 
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They were late, very late, and all that I could do was to wait.
Had it just been the maid, she with the large firm bosom, then it would have been simple.
I would have dragged her from her room, and down to the stables. Once there I would bend her over, raise her skirts, and tan her hide with a leather strap. And just for good measure, I would bend her over again, and have my way with her. And if she complained? I would do it again tomorrow, and the day after, until she understood her place around here.

But not so the Boleyn sisters, not so at all, they were of Noble birth, one of England`s most noble families. But not that noble, indeed, I had it on good authority that Mary often went on her knees for King Francois, not to mention on her back as well. Young Anne on the other hand, was a different matter, there had been much discussion in the court, had any man parted her legs yet? But it seemed unlikely, she was far too shy and quiet, to have taken cock, in my opinion anyway.

I heard voices, at last, laughing young voices, and I put on my best smile, as I awaited my guests arrival downstairs.
 
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Anne was giving herself over to the pleasure, Mary could hear it in her voice and feel it in the way her body responded. The whole scene was magically erotic the warmth of the fire the fragrant steam from the bath and her beautiful sister standing like some gorgeous sculpture as Mary ran her delicate hands lovingly over Anne's body.

The spell was broke when Lord Henry’s voice sounded outside the door, The sisters chuckled it did seem he had taken a shine to Jane. Mary smiled at her sister "Of course you can wear my gown Anne, I am sure you will be breath taking. Lord Henry shall not stand a chance against the Boleyn sisters charms" she laughed softly and then helped Anne dress.

The two sisters were heading for the top of stairs when their chaperon joined them. Mary had received a roll of the eyes from the old woman, clearly not sharing Mary's impression that she was a vision in violet and poor Anne stunned the poor old chaperon with her transformation in the seductive emerald gown. Mary laughed softly thinking surely she was going to faint. Without a word they all descended the stairs.

Mary throwing a seductive smile to Lord henry and boldly meeting his eyes and holding his gaze, as they made their way down the stairs towards him. "I do hope we did not keep you waiting too long my lord, we wished to be presentable for you" she smiled again and curtsied slightly before him.

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I watched in awe, as the two Boleyn sisters descended the great staircase, they looked delectable, and so beautiful, it was Mary, always the bold one of course, who addressed me,

"I do hope we did not keep you waiting too long my lord, we wished to be presentable for you"

I bowed to the ladies, bending low in front of them, acknowledging their high birth, well aware of the way that Mary had held my gaze afterwards. Was she challenging me I wondered, challenging me to seduce her, or even, did she plan to seduce me? Either of course, would be totally acceptable i my eyes.

"To await such beauty is a penance my lady, and never a chore. I am honoured that your father has allowed me the privilege of taking care you, and I will do all that I can to make your stay here both happy, and fullfilling."

I noticed that the chaperone was present also, but not the maid with the nice bosom, and I addressed Mary upon the matter.

"Is your chaperone required for a tour of the stables, and gardens Mistress Boleyn? Surely not, we will always be in site of the chateau. Pray send her to the kitchen, to converse with cook, and the maids. And one more thing, your maid, Jane I believe is her name, I may also need her assistance occasionally, would thet be in order Mistress Mary? Mistress Anne?"

I realised that the chaperone would be annoyed, but what did she think I was going to do, ravish them on the lawns?

"Shall we go ladies,"

I said, bowing politely.
 
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Anne was delighted her sister had let her borrow the gown. With luck she might even give it to her. After she was laced and prepared she waited for her sister to open the door. Following her she expected to see Lord Henry waiting for them. Instead she saw Marie, the chaperone looking disapprovingly at the sisters as they left the bedroom.

“What are we going to do about her?” Anne whispered to her sister but before Mary could reply they were met by the disapproving role of eyes. Anne needed to show the old lady that she had grown up and was ready for the big wide world but her thoughts were disrupted by Mary laughing at Marie’s reaction. Just then they were met by Lord Henry’s lustful gaze.

"I do hope we did not keep you waiting too long my lord, we wished to be presentable for you" Mary said as she curtseyed challenging Lord Henry to be aroused by her beauty.

"To await such beauty is a penance my lady, and never a chore. I am honoured that your father has allowed me the privilege of taking care you, and I will do all that I can to make your stay here both happy, and fulfilling."

The words stirred something inside Anne who was still aroused by her sister’s ministrations in the bath. Anne herself bowed in a submissive curtsey that allowed Lord Henry a perfect view of her cleavage. The rustling of the folds of her dress emphasised her feminine nature and vulnerability. Unlike Mary she lowered her eyes and blushed like a young teenager who had just experienced her first crush on a man old enough to be her father.

Lord Henry continued "Is your chaperone required for a tour of the stables, and gardens Mistress Boleyn? Surely not, we will always be in site of the chateau. Pray send her to the kitchen, to converse with cook, and the maids. And one more thing, your maid, Jane I believe is her name; I may also need her assistance occasionally, would that be in order Mistress Mary? Mistress Anne?"

Anne turned towards Marie and said teasingly “You must have other duties. Lord Henry is a good and faithful friend of our father. We are safe here. Take the rest of the evening off.” Anne looked at Mary for approval but seeing the old lady hesitate she said louder “GO!” Marie curtseyed and left hurriedly.

Enjoying the feeling of authority Anne turned back to Henry “My Lord Henry, there is little our Maid Jane can offer that my sister and I cannot. Before you command her to attend to your needs maybe you should see how we can be of service to you.” She smiled, curtseyed again but this time held Henry’s gaze before turning back to Jane “You may go and enjoy the rest of the evening in your own pursuits” Then with a wicked glint in her eye added “But avoid lustful Frenchmen. They may be more than you can handle.”

Smiling at Henry she said “Lead on My Lord, show us what delights you have to offer” she moistened her lips seductively and whispered to Mary “How did I do Sister? Are you proud of me?”
 
Had it not been un-lady like and would it not have mortified her sister Mary would have laughed and laughed hard, as it was she had to turn her face away for a moment to contain a smile. The look on Marie the trusted chaperone's face not only at Anne's dress but at being dismissed by the normally meek girl was all too amusing.

Mary however had not been prepared for Anne blatant flirting and innuendo, this made Mary cough a little as she tried to hide her own shock and amusement. Lord Henry's eyes widened and she knew he was also taken back having expected such straight forward sexuality from Mary perhaps but not the known timid shy Anne. Lord Henry even looked from one sister to the other as if he was trying to confirm that he had heard her correctly.

Smiling Mary simply nodded her agreement and said "Yes my Lord we are indebted to you for your kindness, so pleases know you only have to ask and any assistance we can provide will be yours." Lord Henry at Anne's urging lead the way and as they walked Anne lent in to whisper to Mary, smiling taking her sisters hand Mary tucked it through her arm and placed a soft kiss to the back of her hand, before continuing to walk arm and arm following Lord Henry.

Once Mary was sure the good lord could not hear she whispered back to Anne "calm thyself sister darling, it shall not do, to seem to eager especially not in such a public display. I am not even truly sure you know what you just offered our host in front of his staff and our fathers." Mary smiled at her to reassure her she was not angry or upset "Marie I am sure now knows she shall have to earn her wage from now on" Mary laughed softly and then kissed her sisters hand again.

Following Lord Henry out into the gardens, both sisters took a deep breath and sighed the sunlight was heavenly as it caressed their skin and the fresh breeze perfection. Both sisters smiled charmingly to Lord Henry "I feel thou is spoiling us Lord Henry, your grounds are almost as magnificent as your home, such breath taking beauty" Mary lowered her lashes and smiled at him demure and every bit a Lady.

They walked on and again when she was sure Lord Henry was not listening, Mary pulled her sister closer, their arms still linked and whispered "You must practice the art of seduction dear sister, by letting our lord know how eager you are for him to bed you, you have given him all the cards. This is like a game dear sister you must play with strategy and never allow your opponent to know your next move. You need to learn how to subtly entice, so that it is our Lord who does the chasing. Allow him to feel the hunter of a worthy treasure, tease taunt him with it, so that it becomes something he coverts"

Mary looked at Anne again hoping that she understood. "he shall be ours sister, of this I have no doubt but if we wish to do this to benefit our family and our station not simply for the act of warming his bed, then we must play the game very wisely."

Walking on in silence the sisters followed Lord Henry occasionally making small talk about his grounds and the fortune he must have from his well tended lands. " My lord" Mary asked and stepped towards him releasing her sisters hand and giving her a conspiratorial smile signaling that she should pay attention.

Mary then slid her arm through Lord Henry's as she stepped to his side "I would love very much to see your stables. I have heard from many in the court of the King of France that your stallion is one to behold, a true beast of rare quality and strength. Would you do me the honor?" she smiled up at him bewitching and alluring, Not many men resisted such enthusiastic charm to show off something they prized.
 
I was acutely aware of what was happenning here now, both of the sisters were in fact, leading me on. One, reputedly well known for her sexual activities, and the other supposedly a wallflower. If Warwick were here, I am sure that even he would be as perplexed as I was.

It also disturbed me a little, that they hung back, not really listening to me, instead, they whispered to each other, giggling occasionally. But remembering my own two younger sisters, back in England, I did relax a little, as this was normal behaviour it seemed, for such girls.

As we approached the maze, I stopped, and waited for them to catch up, and that was when Mary surprisingly approached me, interuppting my train of thought when she spoke;

"I would love very much to see your stables. I have heard from many in the court of the King of France that your stallion is one to behold, a true beast of rare quality and strength. Would you do me the honor?"

It was hard not to smile, for the invitation was almost blatant, so I returned her gaze, then let my eyes lower, to survey her body, all the way down, and back up again, before I responded

"You may rest assured Mistress Mary, that you certainly will visit mt stables, and peruse my most magnificent stallion. He is always at his best in the presence of beauty, and especially the beauty shared by yourself, and Mistress Anne. But first, please come this way for a moment."

I moved to a hedge of perfectly manicured greenery, with a gap in the centre.

"This, Mitresses Boleyn, is a new feature, only recently finished, it is called "La Maze Du Seine", after the winding river that flows through Paris. While it may not be as grand as King Henry`s maze in Hampton Court, it is a worthy puzzle to behold.
There is an added feature, that I myself insisted upon, there is only one window in the chateau that overlooks the maze in its entirety. A window where the viewer can see exactly what is happening anywhere in the maze. And I dear ladies, am the only person with access to that room."


I gave Mistress Mary a knowing look, hoping for a smile in return,that would tell me the message had been understood.

"And now for the stables."

I took them into the courtyard first, to show them the stalls, before entering the stables where all the equipment was.

"As you saw ladies, there are a fine collection of horses here for you to ride, you do ride I assume? With all the equipment in here, saddles blankets, whips. Also as s you can see, it is very roomy in here"

I moved to lean by a low rail, perfect for bending someone over, and taking them, as I had often done with the maid Celestine.

"Indeed, I love to spend time in here, with the smell of hay, and leather, and the sweat of a prime stallion in the air."
 
Anne breathed in deeply and caught the smell of the stallion, the straw, the rich horse scent and the leather of the various pieces of tack that were in the stables. She smiled inwardly as Mary teased poor Lord Henry. She wasn’t sure whom she felt more sympathy for, her sister who would soon be spread-eagled on Lord Henry’s bed or Lord Henry himself. Mary was no doubt setting a trap and the poor man had no chance of escape. Soon his cock would be convulsing inside her sister as it shot out his seed deep into her channel. The very thought began to cause stirrings inside Anne herself. What would it be like to be taken like that? Why did women enjoy it so much? Why would men do almost anything to get a woman in bed? Anne did not have the answers yet but she was determined to find them during her stay in France.

Her thoughts were distracted by a horse neighing and she turned to see a huge stable hand bringing one of the horses out of the stables and preparing it to be saddled. Looking at both horse and servant Anne let out a cry “What a wonderful creature, fit, healthy, muscular, and virile!” And she giggled to herself as she thought ‘And the horse looks in good shape too.’

Anne looked at Lord Henry and said “You did say we can ride any horse?” She didn’t wait for a reply before she said to the stable hand “What’s your name?” Realising he could not understand English Anne asked the same question in French “Quel est votre nom?”

The stable hand replied “Mon nom est Pierre” (My name is Pierre). Anne was thrilled by his look of surprise that she understood French so she decided to tease him further.

"Pierre, vous m'aideriez pour obtenir dans la selle s'il vous plaît ? Je suis très inexpérimenté dans telles questions et aura besoin de l'entraînement léger" (“Pierre, would you assist me to get into the saddle please? I am very inexperienced in such matters and will need gentle training.”). Anne bowed as she spoke ensuring Pierre got a full look at her cleavage before she raised her head, licked her lips and put on her best ‘little girl lost look.’

Looking across at Lord Henry she said “Unless my Lord you think my sister would be better fixed riding this creature while you show me the wonders of stable life.” Again she gave a seductive look and said “But please remember, unlike my sister I have no experience in such matters. I need, as they say, er … em … breaking in!” She smiled and curtseyed, a picture of innocence.
 
Mary had loved the maze and her eyes had sparkled as she met Lord Henry's gaze, he was proudly stating that he had the only view of the maze. Mary wondered if she were to walk through the maze in the moonlight if Lord Henry would come to her aid and guide her through more then the maze. She could not hide her amusement her cheeks tinged pink and a seductive smile graced her lips as she then followed him to the stables.

Hay, horses, sunshine, sweat, manure and leather the smell was unmistakable and not at unpleasant. It always amazed Mary that a place so ill suited for women let alone ladies of court, always drew her in with its sites and smells, it welcomed her and made her feel alive and virile. It was like her blood warmed and flowed faster through her body, making her feel energized like an eager mare in season trotting about to taunt the brooding stallion.

She shot Lord Henry a sultry smile, his last sentence was like he read her mind, was he too thinking of a wild coupling, the way he leaned over the rail made Mary's stomach flutter and heat pool between her thighs, she licked her lips and returned her attention to her sister.

Anne seemed drawn to a remarkable beast and if Mary was not mistaken the stable hand too, trying to calm her own arousal she focused on the horse her sister seemed intent on ridding. It would not do to show Lord Henry he was getting to her so easily. Mary couldn't help but giggle at her sisters last remark, it seem subtlety was still missing from her education but she certainly had spirit.

Mary looked to Lord Henry and back too her sister as if nothing had been suggested other then a spirited ride of Lord Henry's horse. She then circled Lord Henry and traced a hand over his shoulders so gently before sliding her arm through his and looping her elbow with his and leaning against his side. "Oh my Lord , I do hope you will allow my sister this moment of freedom. She has been couped up in court for so long. I am sure a long ride will do her some good........I could use one myself" she whispered the last remark for his ears only.
 
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Pierre looked toward me for guidance, I nodded towards the chestnut mare, signifying that he was to follow Mistress Anne, and offer any assistance that she might require. It also occurred to me, that had Mistress Anne`s chaperone been present, this would never have been allowed to happen.

"Oh my Lord , I do hope you will allow my sister this moment of freedom. She has been couped up in court for so long. I am sure a long ride will do her some good........I could use one myself"

I heard the whisper and the innuendo therein of course, I was not a fool.

"Asolutely Mistress Boleyn, feel free to ride him around the chateau grounds, my man Pierre will follow at a safe distance, just in case you get into difficulties, or you need him, of course."

I watched as they left, Mistress Anne looking proud and haughty, sitting upon my prized stallion, I wondered, would she ever sit on me that way?
I turned my attention to Mistress Mary, the one that they say King Francois had termed "a whore", os so it had been said, and I wondered again, would I discover if this were true?

She stood at my side, her arm through mine, as I struggled to keep my composure, and control the growing bulge between my legs. It was time to play Mistress Boleyn`s game, and to see if she would play it out until the end.

" I can understand that Mistress Mary, about needing a good ride, for firm strong stallions can be hard to come by, and not all young ladies are conneisseurs of the flesh, as you seem to be, of that I am certain. Maybe you can help me as well Mary? When you find your strong stallion, how do you wish to ride him?
Side saddle, or full on?
"

I smiled sweetly at her, and took hold of he rhand, squeezing a little as I posed my question.
 
Anne was a little startled by the turn of events. She had hoped to be alone with Lord Henry in the stables, in the hay loft or even in the woods that surrounded the vast estate. She anticipated leading him on and then having to defend her virtue but giving him the possible promise of another time. Instead she was placed in the care of the stable hand. Not that she minded, he was all man, but she knew in her heart she would never give herself to a mere servant, not the first time any way.

She needed little help to mount the stallion and she saw the look Lord Henry exchanged with Pierre. Maybe this would be fun after all. “J'apprécie le Pierre ouvert de pays, pourquoi nous ne courons pas à cette masse d'arbres sur la colline?” ("I enjoy the open country Pierre, why don't we race to that clump of trees on the hill?"). With those words she was off like a shot expecting the poor stable hand to keep pace with her. She turned once to see where he was and in doing she noticed Lord Henry and Mary in seductive, challenging conversation.

Anne needed to allow her sister enough time to draw Lord Henry into her web as a spider draws a fly. When she reached the wooded area she was about to converse with Pierre in French when he surprised her by speaking in English. “You are a, how do you say? … You are a fine horsewoman mademoiselle, I congratulate you. The … er … the stallion is not an easy beast to tame but you mastered him.”

With her mouth open Anne tried to make a protest but nothing came out. Composing herself she said “You … sly fox!” Both laughed “You made me believe you did not understand English!” Swinging her legs round she dismounted in one movement and stood facing Pierre who did the same. He collected the horses by their reigns and tied them to a tree. The two started walking into the woods. “How long have you served your Master?” Anne asked as she walked beside him.

“I was born in his household” Pierre said “My father supported your Henry VII against Lord Buckingham in what you term the ‘Wars of the Roses’. At one point it seemed the king might be defeated and to repay my father’s loyalty Lord Henry brought him to France. There was a young maid … need I say more?” Pierre was clearly becoming embarrassed.

“O yes” Anne said trying to look innocent “I have no idea how your father and the ‘young maid’ invited you to join the household.”

“They didn’t!” Pierre was now becoming uncomfortable “My Father and the maid … you know.” It was clear Pierre was trying to avoid telling Anne he was illegitimate.

“I don’t know!” Anne teased now “What happened between the maid and your father?” She licked her lips and switched on her ‘little girl lost’ look “I don’t know what you are trying to say.”

Pierre stammered “The young maid … she … she was my mother.” He tried to avoid Anne’s eyes “He … they … she was with child.”

By now Anne was standing facing Pierre her face no more than a foot away from his “How did that happen?” She cast her eyes down in innocence “I have no idea how … what happens.” Then she looked up at him, holding his gaze, challenging the young man to attempt to kiss her.

Pierre had enough common sense to know it would be a foolish action “I think we should get back to the house. I’ll ride with you and then I’ll take both horses back to the stables.”

Anne agreed on a slow ride which took place in silence. On arrival she dismounted and turned to Pierre “Maybe soon you can tell me … show me how you got here.” She turned triumphantly and made her way into the house knowing Pierre’s gaze was fixed upon her hips. “ANYONE IN?” She shouted but receiving no reply she made her way to the lounge where she sat to await the return of her sister.
 
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