The Housekeepers Lesson

Doctor Drayton's Secret Files. The Prequel. A young doctor is initiated into the art of pleasure.

Doctor Drayton tugged at his bow tie as he walked. It pinched his neck.

The case he carried was heavy, and he dreaded the questions of his housekeeper, Mrs Scott, when she saw him bring it into the house.

His broad shoulders strained a little, he’d carried the heavy machine a long way, and his sandy curls becoming damp with perspiration.

As he hurried up the garden path, he caught the scent of jam boiling on the stove.

Worse luck. She was in the kitchen. Perhaps she’d be too preoccupied to take any notice of him. A man could always hope.

Mrs. Scott, an attractive widow in her late thirties, wiped her brow, the sticky heat of the kitchen irritating her. She regretted deciding to make jam today. The temperature had climbed rapidly.

She looked up as the door opened, delighted as a cool breeze to rushed in and fanned her face momentarily. She immediately noticed the bulky case the young doctor carried.

“Whatever have you got there, Doctor Drayton?”

“Just some new medical equipment.” He sighed. He was done-for now.

“Whatever kind of medical equipment comes in a giant lacquered box?”

“I really don’t think it’s appropriate for me to discuss.” He stopped, as she eyed him sharply, daring him to keep up that tone.

“It’s for ladies’ problems. Nothing that would interest you.”

“And why not? Am I not a lady?” She stirred the jam savagely.

“I assure you Mrs. Scott, you haven’t got a shred of the ailment this is designed to cure.”

“I hope it’s not some ghastly device for delivering babies? I’m of the opinion the village midwife does it better…”

“Mrs. Scott! He cut in. “It is not for extracting babies. It is for curing hysteria, which you do not have. Now if you’ll let me pass!”

“You leave that on the table.” Mrs. Scott ordered. “Go and wash up, you’re sweating like a barn animal. I’ll make tea, then you can explain to me how it works.”

“I will not...” He began, then shook his head, dumping the box on the table and stalking past her to the back of the cottage. He banged the door behind him as much as he dared. Exasperating woman!

The moment he was gone, she pushed the jam to the back of the stove and hurried over to inspect the curious object.

The lacquered case reminded her of a sewing machine. Are they going to stitch women’s nerves back together? She chuckled to herself. Even more so when she noticed that guileless boy had left the key attached to it’s little chain.

She slipped the tiny brass key into the lock, and popped it open, lifting the lid to reveal a perplexing array of objects.

A solid unit with a crank handle took up most of the space, while yards of thick cloth-covered cables coiled to either side of it. A long wand like instrument sat above that, shiny and gleaming, while several smaller items nestled into recesses in the box.

Inside the lid was a brass plate with scroll work, bearing an inscription. “The Percussor.”

Mrs Scott frowned. She ran her hand along the thick wand. She picked up one of the small items. A bell-shaped rubber tip, that looked as though it could be fitted to the shaft.

She picked up the wand and screwed the knob in place. Odd, she thought, it looked for all the world like a large, mechanical, cock.

“Mrs Scott!” Doctor Drayton growled from the doorway.

She spun around, jamming her hands on her hips and glaring at him. He modified his voice immediately.

“What are you doing meddling with my equipment?” He tried to remain stern, though in truth her severe expression rendered him helpless.

“Exactly how would you use this apparatus to treat a lady?”

“Mrs Scott, it’s delicate…and I thought you were going to make tea…” He trailed off lamely.

“Well?”

“This implement is the latest in modern science, sanctioned by the most reputable minds in the field of nervous afflictions.”

“And how do you use it?”

Doctor Drayton gulped nervously, his face flushing pink.

“The percussor is designed to…administer rhythmic stimulation to the pelvic region, in cases of feminine congestion. It stimulates a convulsion, a paroxysmal release.”

“Rhythmic stimulation to the pelvic region?” Mrs Scott murmured, running her hand suggestively up the thick brass shaft.

“Paroxysmal release?” She raised one eyebrow.

Doctor Drayton felt a little too warm. His cock stirred against the fabric of his tailored trousers.

“Do you know what to do with it?” Mrs. Scott’s eyes met his, boldly capturing his gaze.

“I…” The doctor swallowed nervously. “I had hoped it would come with…instructions.”

Mrs. Scott laughed, a husky, sound. Warm as brandy.

“Ah yes doctor, if only women came with instructions.”

She stared deeply into his eyes and slowly began unbuttoning her dress. Doctor Drayton almost stopped breathing, his heart rate accelerated as her fingers worked their way down the row of tiny buttons, toward her waist.

“I think you need my help, Doctor Drayton. I’ll teach you what to do with it.”

The doctor opened his mouth and then closed it again. Without another word, he began assembling the machine on a side table near the settee.

Mrs. Scott shrugged her dress off, revealing her corset and chemise. Her breasts pressed against the fine fabric, firmly aroused nipples poking through. The Doctor’s erection twitched, aching in the confines of his trousers.

Mrs. Scott calmly walked over to the settee and arranged the cushions so she could recline. Then she leaned back, spreading her legs wide apart.

Doctor Drayton was surprised to see she wore no drawers, as her chemise rose toward her hips, and her legs parted, her sweet cunny glistened.

“You better crank that handle up and get it buzzing.” Mrs. Scott murmured.

Doctor Drayton obeyed, focusing his tension on turning the handle vigorously. Soon the wand hummed in his hand, filling the air with anticipation. Mrs. Scott pulled the fabric of her garment higher, exposing her belly.

“Don’t go straight for the cunny.” The crudeness of the word on her lips made his cock throb.

“Run it lightly over my stomach and hips first, accustom me to it.”

He nodded, running the thick rubber tip over her soft, silky looking skin with the lightest of pressure.

“That’s good, nice and gentle.” She giggled. “It tickles.” The doctor had never heard Mrs. Scott giggle. It was electrifying, seeing her like this.

“Now move it down, slowly. Over my mound.” The thick rubber tip whined as he changed the angle, pressing the point over her pubic bone, down through her bush.

“Now touch the place where the cleft begins, do you see my tiny bud?”

He nodded, staring at the tiny nub of flesh, peeking shyly between her moist outer lips.

“Hold it there.” She commanded. Her breath became faster, shallower. “Make tiny circles with it.”

Fascinated, he did as instructed, running the vibrating head in dizzy little circles over her sweet bud. He relished the way she tipped her head back, tiny moans escaping her throat.

Mrs. Scott tugged at the ribbon holding her chemise closed, letting the fabric fall away, exposing her breasts.

Doctor Drayton inhaled sharply, admiring their lush curves and hard nipples. As Mrs. Scott began pinching them lightly, the doctor felt lightheaded, his erection throbbing painfully. He adjusted himself, pushing his thick cock away from the tightly stitched seams.

“I see you enjoy your work.” Mrs. Scott smiled wryly. The young doctor laughed nervously.

“Run the wand down toward my entrance doctor, but don’t put it in yet. Slide it back and forth through the crevice, gathering nectar along the way.” The tip of the Percussor became slick with her juices as it roved up and down.

“Pause when you reach the bud and make circles again.” She panted, “then go down again. Tease me. Let me think you’re going to penetrate, then deny me.”

The doctor smiled, a mischievous dimple popped in his left cheek. He was beginning to grasp the principle of it now. Taunting her wickedly would be his pleasure, his delight.

He buzzed close to her entrance, touching with the tip, pressing slightly, then away with a flourish to tantalize her delicious bud further. Her arched back and ragged moans urged him on.

“Please.” She gasped. “Put it in now.”

“Are you sure?” A smile played around his lips as he toyed with her, delaying the moment.

She groaned. “Please.”

“Only if you’re quite, quite sure.” She bucked her hips greedily towards him, whimpering.

“I need it.”

He pressed the thick rubber head slowly, firmly between the folds, shiny with cunny-juice.

“Yes! Thrust it!” She breathed the words heavily, as if she struggled to form them. He worked the wand harder, pushing more flesh aside with each stroke.

The way she gave an involuntary moan as each thrust landed kept him rock hard. He felt for his trouser buttons, popping them open. Relieving the pressure.

“Yes.” she breathed. “You may touch yourself.”

With one hand firmly gripping the percussor, he wrapped the other firmly around his own cock. He began to tug it in time with the strokes he delivered. His own breathing became rapid, urgent.

“Pump it harder, faster!” She cried, reached down and slapped at the front of her cunny. “Give it to me!”

He rammed it feverishly, as fast as he could, handling his cock in the same way. Her moans escalated, as she pushed her hips toward him, opening, taking it even deeper.

His fist ground against her soaking lips, as he drove the humming shaft home, again and again. Her breasts bounced up and down, her cries peaked. He felt the contractions of her cunny against one hand, while the other wrapped firmly around his own thick girth, driving it to the point of no return.

She trembled and twitched, climax flooding every inch of her body. The doctor groaned as his cock spasmed roughly in his fist. Jets of warm essence shot over his palm, spraying across his tweed trousers.

They were both still for a time, breathing heavily, heart rates regulating slowly. Then Mrs. Scott began gathering herself together. She slipped her dress back on.

“Will you look at that? It’s getting dark.” She smiled at the young doctor, buttoning up his trousers.

“I’ll make us a cup of tea.”

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