Lady Ann's Holiday: Chapter Thirty Four - Part Six

Ann was relaxing in the garden when she saw Richard and Burt returning across the fields. She waited until they got close and then walked down toward the stable to catch them, but when she got there she found that Richard must have spied her too and cut up the other way to the back gardens to meet her there. Burt was approaching alone.

She wondered about whether to go straight back up to the house but recalled her intention to toy with Burt and hung on instead.

Burt looked uncomfortable as soon as he saw her and slowed his approach. “Afternoon m’lady.” With his arms full he couldn’t doff his cap but he nodded his head deferentially.

Ann smiled to herself. “That fishing equipment looks awfully heavy Burt.”

“Aye miss. That it is.”

“You must be very strong to be able to carry it so easily.”

Burt flushed bright red, pleasure spreading instantly around his nether regions as he gaped back at her.

“You’re very hard working,” said Ann. “I bet you do almost all the work around here.”

“Er, yes miss,” stammered Burt, feeling confused but also happy and excited.

Seeing his discomfort and elation, Ann almost burst out laughing in his face but managed to hold back from doing so. Instead she decided to push the cruel flirtation still further.

“I’m not surprised: a strong man like you. You’re so terribly masculine and muscular.”

Burt practically came in his trousers as his face turned darker and darker shades of red. It was almost exactly like his fantasies. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and kiss her but he didn’t dare and he was still loaded down with the fishing equipment.

“You’ve been taking excellent care of my Rosebud while I’ve been away,” said Ann.

“Yes m’lady. O’course. I always do.”

She smiled and then turned the smile instantly into a grimace of fury. “Then why did you leave her out when I returned from my ride? Why isn’t she put away now?”

Burt jerked at the anger, paralysed with panic. “I’m sorry m’lady. I was elping Lord Hurley with—”

“I don’t want to hear excuses about why you’re shirking your post.” She pointed. “Get over there now and see to it that she is put away properly. That horse is worth ten times more to me than you are. I want her cared for suitably, is that clear?”

“Yes miss. Sorry miss.” Burt hurried to the stable entrance and quickly put down the fishing things, rushing to untie the horse where she had left it.

Ann grinned, watching him scurry, relishing the power she had over the filthy buffoon “Well quickly then,” she snapped, enjoying the pulse of speed he put into his actions.

But as he got to the stable door again, this time leading the horse, Ann stopped him. “Oh Burt…”

He paused and looked across at her. “See that you do a good job, for goodness sake.”

He bobbed his head.

She made her voice warm, almost seductive. “If you do it well then I will be very, very grateful Burt. I want you to take care of that horse as though you were taking care of me.”

Burt gaped at her as she turned her back and walked away giggling to herself.

He couldn’t believe the way she’d spoken to him; but he’d loved it. After waiting for so long to see her again it was glorious to actually be speaking to her. He didn’t mind being talked down to – he was used to that and it was only proper. And she’d also said such nice things to him. He led Rosebud inside, his chest buzzing with contentment, running back what she’d said to him in his mind.

He’d been right to try one day out as Burt with Lady Ann as his mistress and it hadn’t disappointed him so far. He loved this dynamic in their relationship. He longed for the following day when he might see her again. He hoped she would treat him in exactly the same way.