A Most Proper Gentleman

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Sensuality, the erotic, the desire for forbidden fruit has always been a part of the human make up and yet society has always frowned on individuals embracing it. Even in the most stringent of times when society outwardly condemns anything sexual other than for the procreation of the species we have still searched for that taste of forbidden fruit. In the strait laced Victorian and Edwardian eras, the moralistic Dicksonian period of the mid 19th century of England scandalous clubs such as the “Hell Fire” club flourished whose members embraced the erotic and the forbidden. Yet we view it as men only that sought these forbidden pleasures of sensuality and the erotic. It was they that seduced and lured young, innocent women into their dark web of illicit pleasure. Yet is that the whole truth?

Mathew Cartwright was a Mill owner, a captain of industry, a peer of his community, a widower, in his early fifties, a fine figure of a man, wealthy, and above reproach. He had married late in life his young wife dying in child birth, leaving him grieving, and with a young infant to care for, and in desperate need of a Nanny to provide for the child’s care. He had had a series of dourer elderly Nannies, all meeting the stringent scrutiny of society but none lasted more than a year in the lonely house in Adams Massachusetts.

It was to this lonely house high on the hill that she came, young beautiful, this sensual creature that would come to Mathew Cartwright home, come to seduce him, to tempt him to partake of the forbidden pleasure of her young supple body.

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Looking for a young Temptress to seduce the right honorable Mathew Cartwright into a life of forbidden carnal pleasure. Pm your character if you are interested in the role.

 

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Mary Beth Bradley was anything but average, her height and weight evenly portioned almost to perfection. Her hair was a warm strawberry blonde, yet at times that touch of red in it spoke loud and clear just like her temper. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue and she had a smile that never quit, men turning their heads to stare at her was not so uncommon.

She was born into the world as a bastard child, already looked down at from that first day of life. Her mother barely a kid herself, had worked any job just to put food in their mouths. Within a year, of her birth, her mother finally took a job where she and her daughter were well taken care of, a roof over their heads, food on the table and a proper education in books along with the ways of being a lady and her mother received all this for just the small price of entertaining men in whatever way they enjoyed being entertained.

Raised in this lifestyle, Mary Beth had learned more than most due in a lifetime and knew exactly what turned a mans eye. She was no virgin, having had been put to work, just like her mother, but now her mother wanted her out of this before the madam got rid of her for a handsome price thus getting rid of the obvious competition the girl might eventually become.

This is what had brought her to the household of Mr. Cartwright, a nanny for his daughter, and had cost her mother a pretty penny in order to give Mary Beth a better future than herself. So just turning 18, she looked as if she were just out of a proper school, wearing a long dark skirt and dark sweater, white blouse, socks with black simple shoes and her hair pulled up pinned in the back.

She stood knocking at his door, carrying a simple bag with her things and holding the proper papers, references, etc, she needed. She took a deep breath anticipating this new course her life was about to take while she took in all that surrounded her and was going to be her new home.

“Mary Beth Bradley, your new nanny, Sir.”

 

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Mathew Cartwright sat in his study reviewing the latest production figures of his textile mill when Mrs. Carmichael his matronly house keeper ushered in a quite attractive young lady.

“Mary Beth Bradley sir.”

With a stately curtsy Mrs. Carmichael withdrew to attend to her duties.

“Mary Beth Bradley, your new nanny, Sir.”

Mathew Cartwright was taken a back for Mary Beth Bradley was not quite what he had been expecting, yes he knew she was young from the references that she had posted, but he was not prepared in the least for the stunning beauty that know stood before him. Her figure was trim, her face almost angelic, and the young woman’s reddish blond hair, her complexion and those deep blue stunning eyes where enough to tempt the saints never mind a middle aged widower. In voluntarily his eyes took in the fetching beauty from head to toe, and a most ungentlemanly stirring deep with in his loins reminded him of his lost wife and he flushed slightly. Mary Beth Bradley had stirred something deep with in Mathew Cartwright that he had thought loss to him. Being the Proper Gentleman that he was he drove the illicit thoughts from his mind as he cleared his throat.

“Miss Bradley a pleasure……….”

He explained her duties, what he expected of her, that she would dine at table with him, for her position of Nanny elevated the young beauty above the social standing of a servant but not quite high enough to be a member of the family house hold.

Over the next few weeks as Mary Beth Bradley settled in Mathew Cartwright found himself feasting on her beauty, longing to feel the warmth of her body, yet driving all such thoughts from his mind as improper.

 

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To say Mary Beth was a little shocked when she met her new employer was an understatement. She wasn’t exactly sure what she had expected from what her mother had told her about him except that he was a wealthy older man. She was honestly relieved and rather tickled to see that he was a fine looking gentleman, and his slight flush when he caught himself glaring at her had not gone unnoticed.

In the first few weeks, she found her duties to be more a pleasure than a job, also allowing her plenty of free time to wonder about, admiring her new surroundings and learning about the man she worked for. Her mother had been right, this life held many opportunities for her but sitting across the dinner table from him one evening, there was only one thing she very much had her mind set on.

“Mr. Cartwright, I’d really like to thank you again for this opportunity, especially considering my age, but without trying to be to presumptuous,”

Mary Beth looked directly across the dining table at him with a soft sensuous smile just beginning to form. The day had gotten rather warm and she had taken off her sweater earlier, loosened the collar of her blouse and had unbuttoning the top button. She picked up her glass of wine, took a small sip, lightly circled the tip of her tongue across her lips without dropping her eyes from his.

“It just seems that a man in your position, especially with a young infant, hasn’t been caught by one of the many women just dying to take care of you both.”

After taking another sip of her wine, setting her glass down, her smile broadened and for a brief moment or two, there was a teasing flicker in her eyes.

“And don’t tell me a handsome man like yourself hasn’t been overwhelmed by suitable ladies that would make a good wife and mother.”

 

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Mathew Cartwright Was ill prepared for the events that where to unfold during that fateful dinner. It was an evening much like all the others that had transpired sense the arrival of Miss Mary Beth Bradley. The table was set formally as usual, he setting at one end and the sensual little beauty that seemed so young, at the other end.

“Mr. Cartwright, I’d really like to thank you again for this opportunity, especially considering my age, but without trying to be to presumptuous,”

Her voice was soft, barely a whisper, yet in its way so very seductive. Mathew’s eyes where drawn to the girls blouse, white, prim, proper, yet the top button, open, the curve of her slender neck, the seductive hollow, her pulse beating there so alive so young, he forced himself back to the present away from the carnal temptation of her youth and beauty. The wine, Mary Beth Bradley full ripe lips, the sensual little smile that played at the corners of her mouth the way the tip of her pink little tongue glided across her lips again he fought to drive the lewd thoughts that played at the corners of his mid away.

“It just seems that a man in your position, especially with a young infant, hasn’t been caught by one of the many women just dying to take care of you both.”

His young Nanny’s smile seemed to broaden, her lips “O’ed” as she sipped her wine a devilish, teasing, flicker in her eyes. Mathew Cartwright mind strayed as he wonder what those soft full ripe “O’ed” lips would feel like on his manhood. He was lost in that lewd thought and almost missed what she said next.

“And don’t tell me a handsome man like yourself hasn’t been overwhelmed by suitable ladies that would make a good wife and mother.”

Forcing himself back to the moment, his cheeks tinged crimson from he lewd thoughts that he had been entertaining he looked up at her.

“Miss Bradley there has been those that have shown an interest, more for my position and the status it would give them rather than out of any desire to be wife or mother, and none that would be a lover.”

Mathew Cartwright chided himself for having used such a term as lover in the presence of such a young girl, yet it was said and could not be unsaid.

“Besides Miss Bradley I vowed when my wife died never to marry again.”

As far as it went what he said was true yet in reality he knew that his peculiar taste would not be indulged by a proper young lady.

 

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For some reason, his answer did not surprise Mary Beth although hearing him speak of a lover had raised her eyebrows a tad with an amused grin from her lips. There was something very familiar about the look in his eyes when he spoke to her, something she had seen very often growing up in a bordello. Yet, it was even more than that, the way his eyes devoured her, implying there was a lot well hidden beneath this proper gentleman. Perhaps even a dark side such as several of the men that had frequented the house and had scared a good many of the young women that had worked there. This only fascinated her more, as it had in the past, and she had to wonder what he would do if he knew of her true upbringing.

“Besides Miss Bradley I vowed when my wife died never to marry again.”

His statement brought her back to the present and she saw the determination in his eyes when he spoke of his vow. She gave him subtle smile of understanding, reminding herself of her position here and how important it was for her to take things slow, not wishing to have her past revealed.

“Ahhhh, true love is so rare, she must have been something very special.”

She spoke quietly, yet seemingly very mature for her young age and just as quietly she stood up, taking her glass of wine in hand. Deciding she had had enough of the distance between them at the dining table, she walked down to where he sat. Her hips swayed as she walked, but held no rustle of undergarments like most of the proper women. Seating herself in the chair to his right, she crossed her legs, put her small hand a top his, patted it gently and leaned forward, fairly close to him.

“It also takes a very strong man to keep such a vow, a very admirable trait.”

She took a deep breath while speaking directly to him, her chest rising when she did threatening to pop the next button on her blouse.

 

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“Ahhhh, true love is so rare, she must have been something very special.”

The alluring Miss Bradley’s soft sensual voice set fires of wanton, forbidden desire coursing through Mathew Cartwright. The sinus sway of the young beauty’s hips as she walked towards him had Mathew mentally stripping her, longing to see the young teen beauty that had come to his house hold naked, bound and at his mercy. Again the soft ripeness of her lips, so seductively bowed in a sensual “O”, brought vision of Miss Bradley on her knees suckling his manhood in the most forbidden of ways. The fragrance of her youthful body, the touch of her delicate hand on his, tempted Mathew Cartwright almost to his limits.

“It also takes a very strong man to keep such a vow, a very admirable trait.”

The deep breath Mary Beth Bradley took, her chest rising, threatening to pop the next button on her blouse was more than any Proper Gentleman could resist. Mathew knew that he should rise now, remove himself from the temptation of this young beauty, yet his fingers as if they had a mind of their own slowly rose to unfasten the next button of her blouse.

 

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She cast her eyes down to where she felt the soft brush of his fingertips against her flesh undoing the next button on her blouse. Whether her small intake of breath had been noticed she wasn’t sure, but nothing hid the quiver her body made, nor the way her nipples had suddenly become more apparent through her clothing. What was it that from the first time a man had looked at her like Mathew was right now, just the faintest touch of their fingers, had always ignited a heat deep in her loins.

Now, sitting her with him was no different and it had been quite awhile since she had been with a man. But this was not one of her clients she reminded herself and no matter how much Mary Beth would have liked to disregard her position to fulfill both their rising needs, she also knew her future depended on how she reacted.

Raising her eyes to meet his with a coy yet docile expression and placed her small hand on his, gently pressing it to the flesh between the swell of her breasts. She leaned even closer with her breath warm on his neck and slowly drew his hand up her neck, chin and to her lips, placing a whisper of a kiss on the top of his hand.

In the background, by the sound her shoes made on the floor, she could tell Mrs. Carmichael, the housekeeper, was on her way to clear away the dishes. Wrapping her delicate fingers around his hand, she pressed her lips to his fingers with another soft kiss. There was a moment when the tip of Mary Beth’s tongue had grazed the tips of his fingers and her eyes held a brief, but certain sparkle just as the housekeeper entered the room.

“Thank you again, Mr. Cartwright. Now I better get upstairs and check on the little one before getting ready for bed myself.”

She smiled at him as she stood up, gently releasing his hand, then turned and left the room, a smile still on her face.

 

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Mathew Cartwright was surprised and to a degree quite pleased for Miss Mary Beth Bradley did not shriek in maidenly horror but quite the contrary a small sharp intake of breathe felt more than seen as her firm young breasts arched up to his fingers, the little quiver of her young supple body. The stunning Miss Bradley lifted her eyes to meet his, a coy yet docile expression graced her youthful face as she placed her small hand on his, gently pressing it to the flesh between the swell of her breasts. Leaning even closer with her breath warm on his neck and slowly drew his hand up her neck, chin and to her lips, placing a whisper of a kiss on the top of his hand. At that most inopportune moment as Mathew Cartwright parched lips where lowering to kiss the soft firm curve of Miss Bradley’s ivory silken breast, Mrs. Carmichael arrived to clear the dinner away.

“Thank you again, Mr. Cartwright. Now I better get upstairs and check on the little one before getting ready for bed myself.”

A wistful smile played across the young Nanny’s lips as she stood, gently releasing his hand, turning she left the room. That wistful smile still on her face. Wild forbidden thoughts raced like unbidden lightening to Mathew Cartwright’s tortured mine as he watched the graceful sway of Mary Beth Bradley’s firm well rounded derrière, again he saw her bound, hapless, and at his mercy as he ravaged that firm little derrière.


“Ah a delightful little morsel Sir,…………..”

Mrs. Carmichael’s voice bringing Mathew back to the present.

‘What was that Mrs. Carmichael?”

“Ah a delightful little morsel Sir,…one well worth the sampling is Miss Bradley ”


Cartwright was taken a back by the blatant statement of his house keeper his cheeks flushing, yet was it from the outrageous comment or from his secret longing to do just that.


“Mrs. Carmichael!”

His voice shaking with emotion.

Now Sir there is no need to take that attitude with me I knew you when you where a nothing, I remember the town of Lawrence……….. and that young lady of quality that you………….shall we say enjoyed all her many charms in the most unspeakable of ways”

Mrs. Carmichael busied her self with her task then turned on her employer with a serpents tooth.

“You may play the Most Proper Gentleman here in Adams. You may have fooled them all Mathew Cartwright but I know what evil passions beat in your heart. I can see it in your eyes, the longing to strip her, bend her to your will, take her bent over your desk, and then of course there are the other things you would do with her, to her in the depth of this house. I tell you Mathew Cartwright you’ll never be content till she dances for you till she begs you for the kiss of the leather.”

“No Never again will I descend into that carnal hell again,….BE GONE YOU HAG!”

He sat in his study for several hours alone with his brandy, the hall clock was striking ten, when as if in a trance, Mathew Cartwright slowly rose from his chair and slipped unseen into the secret passage that lay behind the elm paneling of his study. Up through the dusty inner sanctum he climbed till at last he slipped open the pee hole that looked into the bed chamber of his young Nanny. His hands where sweating as he watched her enter, his breathing shallow and raspy as he watched the young beauty begin to change for bed.

 

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After taking care of the little one, Mary Beth went to her own room to get ready for bed, but she was anything except sleepy. As she stood in front of the mirror on her dresser, she looking at herself, a little grin started to form seeing the buttons opened on her blouse. Her head fell back some, her eyes closed and she took a deep breath, her smile fading into a look of wanton need recalling the look in Mathew’s eyes when he had touched her.

Slowly, as if he were there, watching her, touching her, her fingers moved to the next button, opening it, then the next till all were undone. She pictured him there while her hand instinctively moved across the material of her shift, softly circling each breast, gently squeezing each only to catch her breath feeling her nipples hardening, poking through the material. She visualized him, his hands molding each breast, recalling that look in his eyes and she shivered, suddenly imagining him ripping the blouse from her, ripping every stitch of clothing she had on right off her small delicate young body.

Mary Beth opened her eyes, staring at herself, seeing the flushed look on her face, feeling that familiar wet heat forming between her thighs. Her fingers slid down the sides of her body, hooking her thumbs in her skirt and sliding it down, letting it fall to pool around her ankles, then stepping out of it, bending over to grab it and toss it to the chair beside the bed. She reached up, pulling the pins from her hair and let it fall across her shoulders, shaking it all loose. Damn, she swore to herself, if only that woman had stayed away just a little longer, if only he had dismissed the woman immediately and taken Mary Beth right there, if only, yes if only.

She turned, going to her bed and sat down, lifting one leg slipping off her shoe, then her sock, then doing the same to the other. Tons of thoughts seemed to be dancing in her head, but always coming back to that look in his eyes. Just the very thought of what might lay behind that look even now caused her to take a breath, suddenly feeling as if she had been fighting a fever and it had just broken. She thought about lying down, going to sleep, but she was restless and extremely warm to say the least. Trying to focus on anything else was now proving to be useless, she could only see that look and wanted more than anything to see and feel what lay behind it.

Finally, still unable to sleep, she got up and moved to the glass door in her room leading out to the patio. Cool refreshing air was what she needed, would help get her mind off the endless possibilities she couldn’t seem to rid herself of. Stepping out into the moonlight feeling her own heat had caused her to sweat enough for the shift to cling to every part of her body. She left the door open, the light of the moon seemed to being shining right on her showing to anyone that were looking that nothing lay beneath the shift she wore. The cool air along with her thoughts made her tremble and again her head went back as she took in a breath of fresh air.

She stood out there, gazing at the stars, but lost in thought about the man she worked for and the way that he had touched her. She could almost feel his hands on her, exploring every part of her body, his lips on her, her lips on him, every part of him. Her hands covered the material that barely hid her breasts and she sighed, arched her back, and smelled the scent of her own arousal as she thought of what it would be like to unleash what lay hidden in Mathew Cartwright’s eyes.

She wasn’t sure how long she had stayed out there, but finally she came in and poured some water from her pitcher into a basin. Taking a small rag, she wiped her brow and down her neck, trying everything she could to cool and calm herself. God, if her mother had only known the intensity of her daughter’s sexual drive, her heated emotions, would she have placed her in this position. Maybe, she thought to herself, but not if her mother would have witnessed the look in Mathew’s eyes.

It wasn’t long before she went inside, deciding sleep was the only cure for what was ailing her right now, or at least the only one she knew of at the moment. She reached down, grabbing the hem of her shift and lifted it, pulling it all the way up, above her head and off. She then slipped beneath the cool sheets and fell asleep thinking about all the things it might take to get her employer to react and move on what he felt, wanting more than anything to know what that look in his eyes not only was saying, but what it would feel like if he let go and gave into it.

 

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Mathew Cartwright hands where sweating as he watched her enter, his breathing shallow and raspy as he watched the young beauty begin to change for bed. The young beauty stood in front of the mirror on her dresser, a little grin started to form seeing the buttons opened on her blouse, her head fell back, eyes closed, as she took a deep breath, her smile fading into a look of wanton need.

He stood there transfixed, mesmerized as Miss Bradley fingers moved to the next button, opening it, her hand moved across the material of her shift, softly circling each breast, gently squeezing, the sensual catch of her breath As the coy little beauty taunted her own nipples. Mathew Cartwright watched in his voyeuristic hiding place, Miss Mary Beth Bradley’s pert nipples now poking through the thin material of her shift. The glazed look of wanton passion in her soft eyes the shivered that suddenly shook her supple, delicate young body. It was apparent to him that this young beauty was not quite the innocent that she portrayed in public. The faint fragrance of her arousal filled his nostrils tempting him, lighting fires he had no wish to embrace and yet Mathew Cartwright could not tear his eyes from the scene that was unfolding in front of him. Her fingers slid down the sides of her body,……… her skirt a sliding down to pool around her ankles,………. delicate fingers reached up, pulling the pins from her hair,…………. it fall across her shoulders…….. shaking it all loose……………the slow sensual striptease. He fought to tear his eyes away and yet try as he might he could not.

How long he stayed in his secret hiding place Mathew did not know, visions came rushing back to him, Mary Beth Bradley’s seductive form silhouetted in the moonlight, her shift clinging to her like a second skin, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as the little vixen reached down grabbing the helm of her shift and lifting off. He only glimpsed her naked perfection for a moment, a surreal beauty bathed only in cold moonlight before she slipped under the covers denying his eyes the feast they had enjoyed. Mathew Cartwright slid to the cold stone floor Mrs. Carmichael’s words haunting him, You may play the Most Proper Gentleman here in Adams. You may have fooled them all Mathew Cartwright but I know what evil passions beat in your heart……………….. Ah a delightful little morsel Sir,…one well worth the sampling is Miss Bradley ”


Mathew Cartwright woke some time in the middle of that dark torture night resolved to sent this temptation from his house. He left instructions for Miss Bradley to meet with him in his study in the morning.

Morning

Mathew Cartwright there was a soft knock on the study door he knew it was her, and steeled himself for what most be done for his sanity.

 

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Mary Beth stirred from her sleep somewhat earlier than she normally had, her restlessness still not leaving her. She got up, not covering her nakedness and peeked out the window, smiling at the sun coming up proving it was to be a nice day for being outdoors. After putting on her robe, she left her room to perform some of her duties and get the child ready for the day.

By mid morning she had finally returned back to her room to dress and meet Mr. Cartwright in his office. She had never been asked to his study like this before and it had her wondering if something was wrong, or maybe he wanted to talk about last night. Even though she was a little anxious about the meeting, she was also excited about the day that lay ahead for her.

With the day calling to be rather warm and she was planning to be outside, Mary Beth slipped on a clean shift, one more delicate and sheer than her other one. She put on a clean yellow blouse and instead of wearing her usual simple dark skirt, she wore the one she had that flared some and made her look more like a spirited peasant girl, rather happy and carefree. She thought about leaving her hair down, but decided it might be to inappropriate so she pinned it up in the back.

After knocking on his door, hearing him tell her to come in, she pushed the door open and greeted him with a warm cheerful smile.

“Good morning Mr. Cartwright, it’s calling for a beautiful day. I was planning to take the child out for some fresh air and a nice walk around the grounds. Mrs. Carmichael graciously offered to pack us a light lunch and a few treats. She even suggested I ask you to join us, show us a few of your favorite spots. I’m sure she was probably just teasing, knowing what a busy man you are.”
Mary Beth had walked up to his desk, continuing to smile enjoying the way she caught his eyes roamed her body, the way hips swayed and how her breasts bounced lightly as she moved.

“Anyway, what was it that you needed to see me about?”

 

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Mathew Cartwright was firm in his resolve to send temptation from his house, the temptation of Miss Bradley’s alluring youthful supple body, the temptation of returning to the dark passions of his youth. He was ill prepared for the seductive vision that greeted him as his young Nanny entered. The yellow blouse, the way her skirt flared, Mary Beth’s silken pinned it up, and the contrast of a carefree spirited wench and the reserve of a proper young lady. His eyes hungrily followed her every movement, the sway of her hips the rise and fall of her pert breasts straining against the summer gold of her blouse and then there was her soft, sensual voice that washed over him.

“Good morning Mr. Cartwright, it’s calling for a beautiful day. I was planning to take the child out for some fresh air and a nice walk around the grounds. Mrs. Carmichael graciously offered to pack us a light lunch and a few treats. She even suggested I ask you to join us, show us a few of your favorite spots. I’m sure she was probably just teasing, knowing what a busy man you are.”

Her words a soft murmur, as she approached his desk, his eyes slowly glazing with wanton lust.

“Anyway, what was it that you needed to see me about?”

Those simple words what was it that you needed where the last straw and Mathew Cartwright’s resolve to send this Little temptress from his house evaporated in the hot white forbidden passion the flare in him, for what he want was HER. Mathew rose and took a step towards the young women a disarming smile creasing his face, yet a dangerous passion shadowed in his piercing hazel eyes. With a startling lightening lung Mathew Cartwright, A most Proper Gentleman ripped open Mary Beth Bradley’s blouse. Buttons flew in all directions, clattering to the hard wood floor, his passions loosed, he rent open the young girl’s sheer shift, his eyes devouring her pert young breasts, the subtle rose pink of her areolas, the red raspberry tautness of her nipples. Mathew Cartwright’s mouth soon followed his eyes as he now feasted on the sweet succulence of the young Miss Bradley’s breasts while his hands ripped away her skirt, his hand going to her sweet alabaster thighs, fingers toying with Mary Beth’s soft girlish fleece as they moved to toy with her moist labia.

“Bend over the desk now Miss Bradley for I WANT YOU!”

All pretence of propriety was gone now only a dark burning passion left, a dark passion that the young Nanny’s body would satify.

 

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She wasn’t at all prepared for Mathew Cartwright’s actions, but when he stood up with that look in his eyes, she knew something was about to change their relationship forever. Her eyes widened and she couldn’t believe how fast he moved, suddenly rendering her naked from the waist up. Mary Beth felt a different kind of fear rising inside her, her mouth dropped open to say something, stop him, maybe he had gone mad.

She stood there unable to move, watching him devour her with his eyes, then unable to stop herself, she cast her eyes down to see the thickening in his trousers. Again, just as fast, as he started sucking her nipples and she bit down on her lip, stopping herself from crying out, yet her body moved anyway. Her back arched, pushing her breasts closer to his pleasing mouth and when he tore her remaining clothes from her feeling his hand on her thighs, teasing her sex, she thought for sure her knees were going to give out on her right there.

“Bend over the desk now Miss Bradley for I WANT YOU!”

She stared at him, at first not moving, her legs trembling, realizing if she was going to stop him, the time was now. But her own fear seemed to only build on the excitement and the heat that set in the minute he yanked her blouse off. Mary Beth looked at him one more time, fear along with desire sparkling in her eyes and then turned, bent over the desk and spread her trembling legs.

She laid down with her breasts crushed against the cool desk and her hands reaching above her head to clutch the edges. Her ass was up in the air for his view, her pussy lips spread and inviting him, dripping with the moisture he had aroused in her. Mary Beth had never been more afraid in her young life, yet never had she been more excited either. Half of her wanted to remind this Proper Gentleman what he was about to do, but her own upbringing and true nature was speaking all too loud. She shook her head, the pins flying letting her hair hang loose and she glanced over her shoulder, with a wanton look that matched his own.

 

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The supple youthful texture of Mary Beth Bradley’s silken skin, the taste of her nipples as he rolled the taunt buds along the roof of his mouth, the way her wanton lithe body arched to his mouth trusting those torrid buds in an instant swept away the last vestiges of Mathew Cartwright’s façade of being a proper gentleman. He now embraced the dark passions that the coy Miss Bradley had again awoken in him.

The fear that had shown in her wide eyes as he forcible ripped her clothing from her the site of her youthful perfection as it was reveled to him only served to heighten his dark passions. The sight of his golden haired nanny splayed across his desk her breasts crushed against the cool unyielding surface of that desk, her hands reaching above her head, the young beauty’s dainty fingers clutching the edges. Her sweet, firm, supple, derrière thrust up in the air for his view, and her pale rose pink pussy spread and inviting him, glistening, dripping with the pearly dew moisture he had aroused in her. The way Mary Beth Bradley shook her head, the pins that bound those red gold tresses flying, her hair lustrous cascade hung loose now, and she glanced over her shoulder, with a wanton look that matched his own.


“You are a very naughty little wench Miss Bradley and far from the innocent that you play, your body betrays your true nature girl!”


Mathew Cartwright’s fingers punctuated his words, as he toyed with her clit. A sensual kiss to the divot at the base of the girl’s spine, his body arched over hers, his breath hot and moist on her neck, kisses, and seductive butterfly kisses slowly descending the sinuous column of the young Nanny’s spine then a long sensual lick back up it.

‘Very Naughty Indeed Miss Bradley”

His hands where like bands of steel round the girl’s slim waist his cock now free thrust deep with in Mary Beth Bradley welcoming tight, little pussy, her body quivering with fear and wanton desire.

“I shall now take you girl I suggest you show me how truly wicked you are.”

Mathew Cartwright’s voice now a low, dark, whispered command for her to obey.

 

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Mary Beth gasped and thrust her hips back, her ass wriggling against his groin and the fingers that were tormenting her clit in a way never before felt. With the heat of his body above hers, so close, the heat of his lips as they kissed down her spine had her purring like a kitten, withering beneath him. Between the tone of his voice, hearing the lust in his words and the kisses that inflamed her every nerve, Mary Beth Bradley’s innocent façade was lost to her.

“I shall now take you girl I suggest you show me how truly wicked you are.”

His deep thrust, the length of his swollen cock penetrating her tight cunt was all she could stand, her body quivered with fear and wanton desire. His command echoed in her ears and before he had a chance to say another word, she pushed back, sinking his hard pole even deeper inside her while squeezing the walls of her vagina making herself that more tighter.

Mary Beth felt his fingers digging in her hips, pulling her while she pumped back and forth on his cock, gyrating her ass against his groin. Her breasts rubbed the desk causing her nipples to grow hot, the erotic mix of pleasure and pain new to her, yet heightening all her senses. The more she felt she was turning him on, the more aroused she became, moving faster till her ass was slapping against his crotch, his balls slapping her pink and swollen lips.

She moaned, groaned, making sounds much like an animal, the heat now engulfing her was more than obvious. The way his cock felt inside her, filling her completely, the sound of his breathing mixed with her own, the slapping of her ass against him, all this had Mary Beth Bradley losing control, something she had never felt before. And without looking back at him, she could visualize that lust in Mathew’s eyes, and her body shivered, shook, her moans grew louder.

“Yes, yes, take me, take me, Sir, I am soooo naughty, take this naughty girl, do with me what you will.”

Her breath gasping as she spoke, her body trembling, beads of sweat formed on her brow and she felt like she was ready to explode, wanted to. Mary Beth let go of the edge of the desk with one hand and pushed herself up, her cunt still holding tight to his swollen and throbbing member. She dropped her head back, her eyes closed, her hair cascading down her back, her breasts bouncing while her hips and ass rocked back and forth fucking him wildly. Without thinking, just reacting, her free hand went between her legs, rubbing her puffy mound, her finger finding her hard quivering clit to toy with it like he had done.

 

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All facades melted away in the heat of passion the seemingly innocent Miss Mary Beth Bradley displayed a rather wanton side that she had endeavored to hide. She eagerly met Mathew Cartwright’s deep demanding thrusts into her sweet tight upturned pussy, grinding back into him seeking to claim every inch of his pummeling cock, the well trained muscles of her vagina gripping him, reluctant to have him pull away from her seductive embrace. Little animalistic sounds escaped her pursed lips, moans, groans, and sighs of sexual abandonment. Mary Beth’s firry red gold hair wildly flying as she arched her back, the tempo of their illicit union building to a crescendo, his heavily laden balls slapping her puffy labia as they fucked in wild abandonment.

“Yes, yes, take me, take me, Sir, I am soooo naughty, take this naughty girl, do with me what you will.”


Marty Beth’s passion choked voice pleaded. He dainty fingers reaching back to coax forbidden pleasure from her feverous clit, his joining hers to torture that engorged bud of passion. With no need to hold the little teen wench Cartwright’s free hand suddenly came down on her taunt firm little derrière.

Crack


“Naughty girl”

Crack, Crack

“Yes, yes, Sir WILL Take you, naughty girl, and do with you as I will.”

He mimicked her plea, his hand, alternately spanking the girl’s delicious ass, and sensually fondling it, mixing tenderness and brutality till Miss Mary Beth Bradley was engulfed in a world of forbidden sensual ecstasy. And so Mathew Cartwright claimed the little beauty surrendering to the dark world of sexual excess that he had tried so desperately to escape. His hard unrelenting body drew tight on it self, then exploded in white hot passion, his scalding seed, coming in gushing spasms to fill her sweet young cunt and womb.

 

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Mary Beth Bradley felt the first crack to her ass and cryied out, shocked, yet the heat on her ass, then the tenderness stirred more than she could ever imagine. With his next several cracks to her ass, back and forth between fondle and slap, turned her bottom to a bright shade of red, while she moaned and lost herself to his unrelenting thrusts.

With both their hands tormenting her clit, his hand torturing her ass and his cock taking and filling her tight sweet cunt, Mary Beth’s world open to the forbidden sensual ecstasy she had only heard about and fantasized about. When he came, shooting his hot semen inside her it was all she could stand. She climaxed with such a force, her legs clamped shut, her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him, her legs weak, and she sunk forward, her body spasming over and over.

Tears streaked her eyes, her breath was coming in rigid gasps, never had she felt such abandonment before, the pleasure/pain so intense yet had even scarred her. Lying with her breasts back crushed against the desk, she felt a deep flush coming over her at what had just occurred.

 

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Almost immediately after Cartwright climaxed deep with in the winsome Miss Bradley her sweet little form was again engulfed by a shattering orgasm, her long tapering legs clamped shut, her hot honey dewed, soaked, pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him, Mary Beth slumped forward on to the desk, tears staining her flawless cheeks, her breath labored, coming in short rigid gasps, as youthful body spasming over and over.

The young beauty laid there her firm breasts crushed into the hard unyielding desk top. Mary Beth body, bathed in a fine sheen of sweat, shimmered in the morning sun light that streamed through the French doors of Matthew Cartwright’s study. He had denied himself for so long, Miss Bradley youthful body so seductive and delicious, his lustful demons chains slipped his hands again gripped the teenage Nanny’s trim waist and he continue to ram into her exhausted body till he again satisfied his lust with her tight little pussy. His cock slipped with a slurping pop from Mary Beth cling vagina.

He circled the young beauty his cock dangling half erect from the fly of his trousers. Its velvet tip slid across Mary’s Beth’s parched lips.

“Use your mouth to clean me girl”

 

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She clung to the edges of the desk when he rammed her yet again and again, forcing himself deep inside her, her pussy dripping with their satisfied lust. Mary Beth, lay there, she wasn’t even sure she could move when she felt Mr. Cartwright’s smooth tip wipe her lips. Hearing what he said, slowly she parted her lips, slid her tongue out and widening her mouth in a perfect O, she slowly sucked and licked his half erect cock up and down her throat, cleaning him.

When Mary Beth had just the head of his dick in her mouth, sucking from the small hole that held the last drop of his seed, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Although her exhaustion was evident, her eyes met his, glimmering with pleasure and satisfaction, a soft grin toying with her lips when she finally released him from her mouth.

She pushed herself from up the desk, her breasts dangling in front of him and not shy about her nakedness, turned to retrieve her shredded clothes. She held them to her and turn back to face him, casting her eyes down when she spoke, her words soft.

“Sir, not to be disrespectful, but if we are finished her for the moment, the duties I was hired for do await.”

She walked back to the desk, letting her tattered clothes pool on top of it, and standing naked in front of him, her eyes went slowly from gazing to his handing from his trousers up to meet his gaze.

“And I can’t really walk around naked, unless that’s what as the Nanny, that’s what you want me to do.”

Mary Beth Bradley’s coy smile returned when she looked at him, but for just a quick second before casting them back down, waiting for him to reply.

 

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What an obedient little tart Miss Bradley was Mathew Cartwright ponder as she dutifully used her warm succulent mouth to cleansed him the perfect “O” the ripe full lips formed. Yet when the teen beauty finally stood she was brazen, her breasts dangling in front of him, tempting him with their naked perfection, and Mary Beth was definitely not shy about her nakedness. When she turned to retrieve her shredded clothes he knew that in reality the young girl was displaying her body again in an effort two tempt him again to lustfully take her, yet she had the good grace to keep her eyes demurely down cast.

“Sir, not to be disrespectful, but if we are finished her for the moment, the duties I was hired for do await.”

She then shamelessly stood before her master Mary Beth supple youth taunting him.

“And I can’t really walk around naked, unless that’s what as the Nanny, that’s what you want me to do.”

A coy smile played at the corners of Miss Bradley before she demurely dropped her eyes again.

“Yes Miss Bradley the child requires your presence, you will perform the duties that you where hired for. You may go to your room and attire yourself properly”

To all outward appearances the façade Of the Most Proper Gentleman settled like a mantle over Mathew Cartwright cloaking the raging lustful beast that hid just below the surface.

“Your dismissed Miss Bradley.”

He let the confused little beauty reach the door of his study before he spoke again.


“When the child is in bed dress in men’s clothes and report to Mrs. Carmichael for future instructions.”


Mrs. Carmichael was sitting in her apartment when Mary Beth reported to her. The elder woman circled the young woman, admired the way the clothing of a young gentleman suited the teenage girls figure. Carmichael braded Mary Beth’s red gold hair into a tight French braid, blindfolded the girl with a soft midnight blue silk scarf, manacled her trim wrist, then led her deep in to the secret catacombs that laid beneath the mansion that sat on the hill over looking the town of Adams. Mrs. Carmichael left Miss Bradley standing alone in the eerie depths below the home of Mathew Cartwright

 

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Miss Bradley had left Mathew Cartwright’s office naked to properly dress for her daily duties. To say she was confused by his dismal as well as his instructions was an understatement, but to say her true nature wasn’t titillated would be a lie. And the thought of disobeying him had not entered her mind until she reported to Mrs. Carmichael, but she did not act on it. The look alone in the housekeepers face was enough to let her know that if she resisted, there would be hell to pay.

Mary Beth had never been blindfolded nor chained before and fear rose in her instantly, paling her soft flesh even more than what was natural. Being led by the woman to God knew where had her petite little frame quivering inside and out. She fought the urge to ask where she was being taken and what to expect, biting her tongue till it hurt, not wanting to give the housekeeper any sign of her growing fear.

There must have been a hundred questions she could and wanted to ask, but she held her tongue, trying to use her other senses to perhaps get an idea of where they were going. When they stopped, Mary Beth had no idea if Mrs. Carmichael was still there, if He was there, or where in fact she was at all. She could only tell that it was much darker, colder and even damp where Mary Beth had been taken and the silence was nerve wracking.

What had she gotten herself into, what sort of man really was this so called Proper Gentleman, that and many other things kept coming to her as she waited apprehensively for whatever was to take place. She wasn’t sure how long she had stayed there, but several times thoughts of running off had her squirming. When recalling her behavior with Mathew early this morning, she squirmed even more, as scared as she was, so was that hot-blooded nature of hers roused.

 

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Mathew Cartwright sat there in the dark chamber the flickering torch light bathing his youthful Nanny’s supple form as she stood there worrying her lower lip. He was quite pleased with the picture that she presented dressed in men’s clothing, the way they accentuated the seductive curs of her body, the tight prim, proper French braid in marked contrast to her passionate nature. Her trim wrists imprisoned in the cold grip of her manacles, her head cocked as she listened for any signs that she was not alone, her head craning at the slightest sound, the midnight blue blindfold denying her the use of her sight. Mathew you knew form there adventures in his studies earlier that day that Miss Mary Beth Bradley was possessed of a passionate nature, and that she was no stranger to carnal pleasures. To simply dominate her young eager body, to render her a hapless slave, would be no challenge for he held the power over her future, and knew the weaknesses of her nature and how best to use them against the young beauty. No Mathew Cartwright wanted much more from his teenaged Nanny he wanted her to embrace the dark erotic pleasures that he relished, that far exceeded any carnal pleasure Mary Beth may have experienced before.

He rose slowly; soundlessly he approached the girl, his breath hot, moist, stirred the stray wisps of hair at the nape of the girl’s neck. His massive hands cupped her pert young breasts, seductively kneading her firm flesh.

“Good Evening Miss Bradley so kind of you to join me.”

Cartwright’s voice a husky, raspy whisper at her ear. As quickly as he was there he was gone again. Mary Beth fear was almost palatable and he as always found it most erotic. Now in a lightening move he hooked her manacled wrist to the hoist, the chains rattled as they took up the slack, stretching the young beauty’s body taunt, her toes barley touching the floor of the catacombs. He watched her pathetic little struggles Till Mary Beth hung there limply, then in deafening silence Mathew Cartwright began to cut the clothes from her. Mrs. Carmichael’s words, haunting him, Ah a delightful little morsel Sir………one well worth the sampling is Miss Bradley