Lydia is aged 18 but a single woman in Victorian England was as innocent as a lamb. When a new landlord buys the estate, he takes on her education.
Captain Fowlds was aged in his early fifties and he had purchased the entire Much Tickling estate including the village, parklands, three farms and, of course, the castle. Having been at sea for most of his life, he had never had time for a wife but Lydia’s father said that the captain probably had comforts in every port. When Lydia asked what he meant by this, her mother had flashed an angry look at her father and quickly told Lydia about the Seaman’s Mission which was run by good Christian people and ministered to sailors. To have been in possession of the vast fortune needed to buy the estate, some people said, the man must have been a pirate but one would never say that too loudly about one’s new landlord.
Lydia was aged just eighteen and had lived her entire life in the village where her father kept the grocery store. The store was quite modest and it was a struggle to pay the rent and support five girls of whom Lydia was the eldest. There was certainly no money left over to pay for schooling and what would be the point anyway of educating girls? So Lydia knew nothing of the ways of the world. Some of her peers whom she met at church on a Sunday were of farming stock so Lydia knew that a farmer would purchase a good hog to put with his pigs and, sometime later, there would be a litter of piglets but, obviously, people are not like the beasts of the field and it seemed to Lydia that the Good Lord would have made some special arrangement for the getting of small humans. The trouble was that it had been made very clear to Lydia that nice young women did not ask about such things.
During the first year that Captain Fowlds was in the village, he made it his business to travel the estate meeting all his tenants and getting to know them. He spent some time in the back parlor of the grocery shop with Lydia and her family. It was shortly after this that the captain made a second visit and put his suggestion to Lydia’s father. The captain could see that raising five girls of assorted ages was a financial strain and he wished to do what he could to help. Perhaps Lydia, as the eldest, could move into the castle where he would pay her a modest wage but with sufficient spare funds to send a little home to her family. Lydia would be a morning maid meaning that she would prepare breakfast and lunch and make the captain’s bed and do his laundry. This would leave her afternoons free and, if the captain did not have estate business, he could perhaps teach her to read and tell her about the world in which she lived.
Lydia was extremely nervous about moving into her little attic room in the castle but she steeled herself to be brave. And her fears proved groundless; the work which was required of her was no harder than she had done at home and the captain proved to be an avuncular figure. He was in the habit of meeting his estate manager and working in his study during the mornings so most afternoons were free for Lydia’s lessons.
These took place in the castle schoolroom which had three desks and useful and cheery pictures, letters and maps arounds the walls. Captain Fowlds taught Lydia the alphabet and she enjoyed using letters as building blocks to form words. He also used the big world map to teach her about the main countries including the ones in the Empire which were colored in pink.
One day he asked Lydia what she knew about procreation and she was proud to show off her knowledge of how bees spread pollen on flowers and corn. When her teacher asked her about procreation in animals, she had her answer ready.
“You put a male animal with the herd and then you get piglets or calves.”
Very gently, the captain asked about the process in humans and Lydia found herself blushing; this was sensitive territory but Lydia had a sharp and quick brain even though she had, up to now, been discouraged from using it. She knew that babies could only be got in a marriage and the mother became great with child although it was a bit confusing that everyone congratulated the father although he seemed not to do anything.
By this point in her education, Lydia trusted the captain and she had a thirst for learning. She allowed him to draw rude little diagrams which made her giggle and he explained how certain body parts were used.
Lydia could not believe it. She knew how “that part” of her was used for going to the privy and also for regular bleeding which she knew was normal as her younger sisters began to bleed when they reached a certain age. Until now, it had never occurred to her to query why this should be and she knew that she could not speak to the captain about bleeding; it was just too secret and intimate.
The captain spoke gently and sympathetically even when Lydia could not believe what he was telling her. This discussion went on for three afternoons and a point was reached when the captain said that, if he was to teach her further on this subject, they would need practical lessons but it would be her choice.
It was inevitable that Lydia would not reject the opportunity for more learning so the lesson moved to the captain’s bedroom where the two of them lay side by side on his large bed which was a shocking situation. The captain assured Lydia that he would not hurt her and he asked her not to be shocked; he said that he was going to enlighten her as to how a man is formed and he began to unfasten the buttons on his trousers.
Lydia glimpsed the white of his combinations and then he reached in his hand and withdrew an enormous serpent with a bright pink head and a tiny slit mouth. The thing seemed to grow and straighten even as she gazed at it.
The captain spoke soothingly and said that she could touch the thing if she wished. Lydia was now so far outside of her experience that she might have been instantly transported to China but it would have been rude to refuse the captain so she, very slowly extended just one finger. The thing was hot and surprisingly hard – how did men fit such things inside their clothing?
The captain explained that just as Lydia could use her intimate opening for the privy and for procreation, so it was for men. The whole thing seemed fanciful but did not the Reverand in church say that there were many amazing things in Heaven and Earth?
At the captain’s urging, Lydia used her whole hand to grip the shaft and squeeze although it was as hard as iron so it did not deform under her efforts. The captain emitted a small moaning sound which worried Lydia and suddenly, the snake spat all over her hand.
She withdrew her hand which was now covered in a foul smelling and viscous milk. Lydia was horrified but the captain assured her that this was quite normal and he produced a large white handkerchief for her use. A jug and bowl of water stood on the dresser and Lydia rushed to wash her hand. When she then stood beside the bed, she observed that the snake seemed to have shrunk slightly and the captain encouraged her to grip it again.
“Will he spit at me again?”
“Well, he might but it is entirely harmless and you have seen how easily it washes off.”
Lydia found that she could now squeeze the snake and even bend it slightly although it was rapidly hardening again. She looked up enquiringly at the captain who gave her a gentle smile.
He reminded her of his diagrams and how he had explained that a man’s snake was made to find its home inside the female where it would place its “pollen”. Instinctively, Lydia’s hand went to her lap and she could not help but recall those times at night when, against her own will, her hand had pressed and rubbed in attempt to suppress powerful feelings in her center.
The captain must have been a mind reader because he spoke of a woman’s natural feelings (how could he know about such things?) and how this was nature’s way of preparing a woman to receive the relief of a snake.
Lydia poured out desperate questions. “Was this evil? Was it natural? Was it the same snake who had been in Eden?”
Her hand had now released its grip on the snake and she watched as it shrank to a mere suggestion of its former self and the captain buttoned it back into its lair. She lay back on the bed beside the captain and they discussed for an extended time as her teacher allayed her fears and said that they had done enough practical work for one day but that tomorrow, if she wished, he would teach her about the female body.
That night Lydia spent much time awake trying to imagine what would happen at tomorrow’s lesson and, to her shame, she was much troubled by urgent tensions between her legs, tensions which required much rubbing by her hands causing a familiar wetness. The morning seemed to drag and Lydia found it hard to concentrate upon her work and then she and the captain shut themselves in his bedroom for their lesson.
The captain had removed his jacket so he was just in his waistcoat, shirt and trousers and he asked Lydia if she were ready to learn the secrets of her own body. When Lydia indicated, enthusiastically, that she was ready the captain said that exploring her body would involve the removal of some of her clothing.
Just being alone with a man in his bedroom would have been far too outrageous to contemplate a mere week ago and Lydia had not been struck by lightning so, quite slowly and self-consciously, she removed her crisp, white pinafore and then unbuttoned her black dress.
For the benefit of my Gentle Reader, I should spend some brief time on a de***********ion of Victorian ladies undergarments. Next to her skin, Lydia wore a plain white shift which looked just like a nightdress and on top of her shift, she wore a laced corset which was shaped at the top and supported her breasts. This being long before the invention of the brassiere, Lydia’s rounded breasts were covered only by one thin layer of thin cotton and they peeped over the top of her shift.
Although Lydia was accustomed to removing her own corsets, the captain undid the laces and helped her off with the restrictive garment. At his direction she joined him on the bed and he reminded her of what he had told her about the purpose of the cleft between her legs. It was obvious that her drawers were an obstruction so, trying not to think about her Mama, Lydia wriggled on the bed and reached up her shift to untie the drawstring at her waist permitting her to slide her drawers down to below her knees. She had thus exposed the white suspender belt around her waist and the thick, black woolen stockings which encased her slender legs. She had also exposed to the eyes of the captain her thick, dark triangle of hair which concealed her sensitive cleft.
He invited her to stroke herself “down there” so that she became pliable and moist and he asked her to remember his male part which she had seen the previous day. It did not take long for Lydia to reach a point where she could remain neither still nor silent and that was when the captain’s hand added its assistance to her own delicate fingers. His fingers were hot and strong. With one hand, he made a circular motion just above where the cleft opened and his other hand began to gently probe and press his fingers against her resistance. One finger slid easily into her slippery depth and was then followed by another.
Keeping his fingers together as one, he thrust in and out with some vigor and he explained that the member which she had seen yesterday was designed to take the place of his fingers. He said that the thrusting motion would cause him to spurt as he had done yesterday and then his seed may well fertilize her and make her great with child. He also said that there were products which could enable him to penetrate her without the risk of pregnancy and he asked if she wished for him to demonstrate. Lydia’s mind was full of wild passions and, despite his superior rank, she almost shouted at him to proceed.
She felt a terrible coming down when he withdrew his fingers but it only took him a moment to slip down his trousers revealing a huge swelling inside his underwear. He felt in his waistcoat pocket and withdrew a white sheath made of animal intestine then he untied his waist cord and slid down his undergarment. Yesterday, he had kept his clothing on so now Lydia saw for the first time his white skin and thick black, curly hair. She also saw the huge and painful looking sack behind his member. He slid the sheath onto himself and Lydia allowed him to press her down onto the bed.
He spoke tenderly as he lay on top of her and she felt him again against the muscles of her vagina. He had told her that “vagina” was the word used by the Romans for the sheathes in which they kept their swords and now he was pressing home his sword.
She felt him filling her, the thing felt huge and it stretched her as if she must burst apart. There was pain but it was somehow lost in all the other powerful feelings. Her body was moving violently entirely of its own volition and she was aware that she was venting her feelings in loud cries of passion. She gave no thought to who else may be in the house for his was the master’s private chamber and no-one would dare breach the closed door. If he chose to educate his maid, that was entirely his privilege.
His head was bouncing up and down in her vision and the weight of his body was lifting and then coming down and crushing her again. All of time and space had flown away and the whole universe was filled and consumed by the two lovers. She had no idea of how long it went on but it had to end for her body would have combusted. Without quite knowing how it had happened she found herself collapsing back on the bed panting for air and being aware of him beside her. The whole room seemed to be filled with a rich, bodily smell and she felt very sleepy.
When Lydia awoke, the curtains were still open but it was dark outside and in the room. The captain was propped up on his side and looking down at her. Lydia had never felt so happy and she wanted this moment to last forever. Of course that moment could not last but it would be oft repeated. Lydia’s bed in the attic came to be used quite infrequently.