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patted me on the back with admiration and we walked to our seats.

      I eyed the rigid seat with some concern. Now that Master Charles Braggart Fenton had spun his piece, there was no turning back. If I hadn’t been such a blabbermouth, I could have sat on the seat and let people know how much it hurt. But now, I was considered impervious to pain, and a rock. The slightest sound would lower my standings that I had built up to so covetously. Clenching my teeth together I dropped cautiously down onto the seat and held my breath. I dared not utter a word, knowing my friends were watching with bated breath and praying that before long the lesson would start so their attention would be placed elsewhere. My prayers were answered and Mrs Pompour tapped the blackboard to begin.

      I quietly breathed out and surreptitiously wriggled my buttocks from side to side throughout the lesson. Leaning forward onto the desk helped but it needed to be discreet or I would be caught out. I looked at Lily and her sister from time to time and re-considered my thoughts of the fairer sex. They were far more trouble than I had originally thought and it might be best to steer clear of them for the time being.

      Walking home after school, I considered the fastest way I could redeem myself in my father’s eyes. Though I had a lot to do with Mr Walton our farm manager, I felt more at home with Jack the stable hand and instinctively drew myself towards the stable to discuss with him – man to man – some potential ideas. He always made me feel welcome and let me currycomb the milder horses when my father wasn’t looking. I didn’t usually bother him straight after school but I was anxious for his wise counsel. Nearing the building I heard a feminine voice and moved to stealth mode to investigate inside.

      I sneaked behind a hay bale and peered down to see Jack speaking to Meg and was about to halloo when I realised they seemed closer together than would seem proper. I watched interestedly. Jack was shifting a strand of Meg’s hair back behind her ear.

      ‘Meg, you look as handsome as ever. I didn’t think I’d see you today and it made me so wild. I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.’

      ‘I can’t be long, Jack. Charlie will be home soon and the mistress grows suspicious.’

      My ears pricked up at the sound of my name.

      Jack look deflated. ‘So we’ll just have a chat then?’ he asked.

      Meg hesitated. Jack noticed the indecision and pressed his advantage by kissing her lingeringly on the cheek and then her lips. I screwed my nose up at this disgusting display but kept watching.

      ‘Well…I shouldn’t really, Jack. We don’t have much time,’ she offered.

      He nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear. ‘We best get moving then, love.’ And he picked her up and placed her on a bed of hay. She giggled and quickly unbuttoned her pinafore to expose a milky white breast. Jack chortled with glee and began sucking her pink nipple making her moan. I sat dumbfounded wondering what to do. I thought only small infants needed breastfeeding and Jack was far too old to be doing that now. What a baby!

      ‘Ohhh, Jack. You are my lovely man.’

      ‘Aye. And you are my woman.’

      ‘I am. I am your woman. I love you so much, so much.’

      ‘Me too, pet.’

      I watched the fumblings of the couple, feeling a growing sense of disquiet. Their lascivious fondling should not be witnessed by my sweet innocent soul but to tear myself away was impossible.

      She grinned at Jack and proudly raised her mouth to his to kiss him passionately. He returned the kiss and started dismantling his own trousers, scrabbling around before shoving them down past his buttocks. The dual white mounds of flesh winked at me as if they knew I was complicit with their actions. I felt a sudden shot of guilt and knew I had to leave. I wiggled backward, feeling with my toes for the exit and unable to tear my eyes away. In my haste to depart I managed to upset a tin of molasses sitting sneakily in the corner. The noise was calamitous.

      ‘What the heck was that?’ said Jack, standing up and searching in the direction of the noise. His standing had immediately exposed not only his excitement but the nakedness of my Meg. She clambered to reattach her clothing, smoothing down her petticoats and tying up her drawers. She hurriedly covered her breast and tidied her hair, pulling pieces of hay out anxiously. She stood next to Jack and spotted me immediately. Her face darkened.

      ‘Get out here now, Charlie,’ she ordered. Distractedly she glanced at Jack. ‘Jack! Your trousers!’

      Jack sighed and quickly pulled them up whilst giving his groin a sympathetic squeeze and cuddle.

      I trounced out, with a smattering of molasses over my shoe. I was in trouble. Again. Only this time it was with my beloved Meg. I stared at the ground.

      Jack and Meg looked at each other and then together at me. They seemed at a loss as to what to say. Meg took control.

      ‘What were you doing back there, Charlie? Were you spying on us?’

      ‘No?’

      ‘Well, it certainly seemed that way. What sort of nice young gentleman spies on other people?’

      ‘I was just coming to visit Jack and talk with him.’

      ‘You know you are supposed to go directly home after school. That was very naughty of you, Charlie. What would your father think?’

      Oh no. Surely I wasn’t to disillusion him twice in one week. I sighed.

      ‘I was coming here because of Father. I wanted Jack to help me think of something nice to do for him. But when I came to him I saw you here and I didn’t want to disturb you both.’ I glanced up at them, noting Meg turn red. Interesting. Meg and Jack exchanged a speculative glance. Jack shrugged his shoulders and let Meg carry on.

      Meg cleared her throat. ‘What exactly did you see?’

      ‘I saw Jack’s naked bottom and your tit.’

      Meg flustered while Jack stifled back a laugh. Meg’s tits were lovely, there’s no doubting that.

      ‘Well, you shouldn’t have! That was private stuff between me and Jack, Charlie. I am very annoyed with you and have a good mind to smack your bottom.’

      We both knew this was a meaningless threat as she had never laid a hand on me before and she was well aware of how sore my bottom already was. I smirked.

      ‘Don’t you dare smirk at me, Charles Fenton! Don’t think I won’t do it. Or maybe I’ll just go straight to your father and tell him not only were you spying but you wasted a whole tin of molasses and ruined your school shoes. What do you say now?’ She looked triumphant.

      My face soured. She had me right where she wanted me. Score one to Meg and zero to Charles. Jack watched on at the browbeating I was receiving. His admiration for Meg went up another step and he sat down on a bale of hay impressed at the show. Meg moved in for the kill.

      ‘Well?’

      ‘Well what?’ I asked.

      ‘Well, where’s our apology? And while you’re at it, wipe that surly look off your face. It is unbecoming for a young gentleman.’

      My face darkened further and I scuffed the dirt floor with my sticky shoes. I was beaten. The only way to escape further castigation was to wave the white flag and surrender humbly. She crossed her arms and waited.

      ‘Sorry,’ I muttered.

      ‘Pardon me? I didn’t quite hear that.’

      ‘Sorry.’

      ‘Well now, Charlie. That’s much more like it.’ She glanced at Jack and winked. ‘I hope you have learnt your lesson for today and will keep your business to yourself and mind others theirs.’ She drew close and ruffled my hair. ‘Go on with you back in the house. I’ll fix you a slice of the cook’s apple pie and some juice.’

      My countenance brightened and the mouth instantly filled with drool. Cook’s apple pie

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