Astute readers (there might be a few, even though the readership is mainly male) will recognise the most accurate definition of ‘history” ever provided, and will wearily be preparing themselves for yet another special featuring ladies covered from neck to racily-hinted-at ankles and no latex. Pre-twentieth century femdom, anyway.
Speaking of ancient history, by the way, tomorrow it will be fifteen years since this blog began and the occasion will be marked in some painful and educational manner or other.
Stand and Deliver
I’m sure that when the highwayman is done ‘ravishing’ Sir Charles he’ll have enough vim and vigour remaing to see her ladyship right.
After all, it’s simply bad manners for a chap to bugger a woman’s husband, steal all her jewels – and not conclude the encounter with a decent fuck.
Even rogues have their code.
PP
I’m sure he has plenty for everyone, PP, although he might have to pull out and make a hasty departure should the forces of law and order show up. If so, I’m sure his lovely companion would take the opportunity to show her gratitude to their heroic rescuers, especially if they too are more normally endowed than what, in her ladylike innocence, she had previously become accustomed and resigned to.
Furthermore, the theft was not the only crime committed. Homosexuality was thoroughly illegal – and although the moral and legal opprobrium rightly falls more upon the bugger than the buggered, she may feel obliged to testify that her husband did not resist as one might expect a man to do, and therefore that he may himself be considered to have had a role in committing the crime. I’m sure she doesn’t want to see her beloved committed to Reading Gaol for three years, but she was brought up to respect the law and the truth and duty does – surely, regrettably – come first? Of course, she’d have to find ways of coping with his enforced absence.
Best wishes
S