Secrets

A Guardian’s Club story from Uniform Girls 21

The postman has already called when Henry wanders downstairs at half-past six on this Saturday morning. There are several brown manilla envelopes on the doormat, one of them large and fat. It is the one he has been expecting. Over coffee and a bowl of cornflakes he slits the envelope open.

Dear H.

Photos of Gillian, as promised. She is the girl with short dark hair and the ‘fuck-me’ expression; the other girl is Freddie’s ‘secretary’, but I dare say you’ve come across — or up — her before.’

Henry has, when she was a year or so younger and new to it all. She’d been twenty then — word had it that Freddie was ‘bringing on’ another girl, a younger one. He would have to get something arranged there.

Henry has already glanced through the photos; now he looks at them one by one, taking in the girl’s face, then her body, and then studying her face again more closely. The new one is delicious. Big, unhappy eyes, pouty lips — a proper little cock-tweaker, this one.

An hour later he phones the rota organiser, Bert, who sent the letter and the photos. The pictures of Gillian are on the study desk in front of him.

‘Hello Bertie. Got the pictures of that new Gillian — Eh? Smashing — I’d like to have her for a day or two.’ Wouldn’t everyone, says Bert.

‘Can’t I pull a bit of rank?’ says Henry. ‘Founder member and all that?’ Bert says her next available ‘booking’ is six weekends away in theory. Her sponsor isn’t going to let her novelty wear off too soon, and is going to bargain hard meanwhile.

‘Can’t you talk to him for me?’ None of the members has any other member’s address or phone number; everything has to go through Bert. Bert is no fool.

‘Could do but he’ll want something in return, I dare say.’

Of course he will, and Henry knows what. Rachel.

‘Tell him OK. Who’s got Gillian now, by the way?’

‘No-one,’ says Bert. ‘She’s at college until Christmas.’

‘College? How old is she, then?’

‘Eighteen; just right, eh?’

‘I thought she must work for him, or something. What’s the relationship there?’

‘You know I’m not allowed to pass that kind of information on, Henry.’ Part of the club’s policy; security, discretion.

‘OK. Well give him a ring, will you? And he can have Rachel.’ Pity — Rachel is his new stable-girl, desperate to ride Silver Tartan and make it in show jumping, as pretty as a picture and with that most useful ability, so far as Henry and his associates are concerned, to close her eyes and think of Wembley while her other end squirms charmingly about across Henry’s knee and goes a pretty shade of pink under the attentions of his palm. Well, Rachel’s plump little bottom would have to put up with a bit more than a spanking from now on; he’d wanted to keep her to himself for a while yet, but if Rachel was the price, then she would have to pay it, on his behalf.

‘I’ll call him now,’ says Bert.

‘You’ll let me know as soon as you can?’ ‘Yes.’ Bert hangs up. He flips through his register of members and comes up with the Reverend Markham’s number. The telephone rings for a long time, but isn’t answered. Bert doesn’t really have to wonder why; Gillian isn’t Reverend Markham’s girl, but she does happen to be staying with that gentleman this weekend. Bert hasn’t told Henry because the Reverend Markham isn’t a member, but Gillian is at the Rectory right now because the Reverend has plenty of money, and Bert doesn’t mind some of it coming his way.

The Reverend Markham has heard the phone ring several times this morning, but has ignored it. Gillian has hardly heard it.

At this moment, Gillian is spread-eagled across the end of the Reverend’s big double bed, with half a dozen pillows under her tummy to elevate her hips to a comfortable height — comfortable for the cleric, not for her and she is being slowly and methodically fucked for the second time this morning, after a six-thirty spanking across her own bed in the little room she has been given at the top of the house. If Bert rings back in half an hour, he might get an answer. Meanwhile, the Reverend Markham is busy.

Interesting titbit — the Rev Markham was also referenced in passing in a Green Gables story.