Page 52 of The Irish Gypsy
They went to Brockington's bachelorestablishment in Jermyn Street. "Couldn't miss your ball tonight,old man. I would like a hairdresser for Kit, though. Can't have herlooking like a country bumpkin, can we?"
"Remember that er....friend you used to have?Frenchman, wasn't he?"
"Pierre!" they said in unison, smiling liketwo conspirators.
"Let's go and round him up. You come with us,Terry," said Simon.
Pierre was one of the strangest creaturesKitty had ever seen. He was extremely effeminate and she thoughtperhaps, he was even wearing lip salve. He had eyelashes that viedwith Kitty's, and when he spoke with his quaint accent, hegesticulated wildly. He had no difficulty, however, in making acreation of Kitty's curls. It was piled high on top, and a falsepiece cascaded down one shoulder. The style suited her gown toperfection. Kitty couldn't understand why Simon had picked a gownthat displayed her breasts so obviously when at other times hefound them distasteful.
When they arrived with the son of the house,they were given a very warm welcome and Kitty found herself lookingforthatface in the crowd. She was both disappointed andrelieved that he was not there. She was soon surrounded byhandsome, rich young men on the make. As Terrance stood on the edgeof the ballroom and observed the scene, he was sickened as herealized Simon was using her as bait to attract these young men.What Terrance didn't realize was that he himself was part of thebait.
With such a pair of attractive drawing cards,Simon had no difficulty rounding up half a dozen young men for acountry house party for the following week. Brockington was engagedfor every night of the coming week, but promised to come down toThe Elms when the rest of the young men were expected, and promisedto bring Madge with him.
"I've told everyone to ride down because Ican't mount them, Brock."
"Never mind Simon. Someday you'll have thebest stable in Surrey."
"Well, like King Charles, he's anunconscionable time a-dying," said Simon, laughing.
Simon made one stop on the journey home.Kitty thought it had something to do with providing entertainmentfor the invited guests. They stopped at a game farm that sold everykind of wild fowl chicks, such as snipe and partridge, and whenSimon loaded a wooden box onto the gig she assumed it containedbirds he was going to stock the woods with at The Elms.
Kitty didn't have a chance to speak withTerry until after dinner, when the effects of the brandy hadoverpowered Simon. "What was it?" asked Kitty, drawing him to theother side of the room.
"A fox!" he answered, "a little vixen. Afemale fox gives off a scent that can be picked up from up to ahundred miles away."
"Of course. He wants to attract foxes for ahunt. It's too cruel! You must let the little fox go free."
"Kitty, I don't approve of such practiceseither, but I don't think we should interfere." He hesitated. "I'mnot worried for myself love, but Simon is your husband and he canbe very unpredictable. I wouldn't like him for an enemy and Ishouldn't like to see him vent his temper on you. I'll take him upto his bed," Terry murmured. He lifted Simon from where he laysprawled by the fire and carried him upstairs.
Kitty wasted no time, but went directly tothe stables. The small red creature blinked her eyes once, thenlike a cat's eyes the pupils slitted and the amber iris remainedlarge and round. The vixen drew back into the corner, wrinkled hernose and bared her teeth in a snarl. Kitty chuckled softly. "Iwon't hurt you, my beauty." She took one of her hairpins, and usingthe two prongs pressed tightly together, inserted the points underthe latch and forced it apart. The vixen knew instinctively whatwas expected of her. Without a sound she slunk into the night.
The next morning Kitty was still abed whenshe heard Simon's angry voice. He came up the stairs and flung openher bedroom door without ceremony. It was the first time he hadever seen her in bed.
"Which one of you did it? You or your damnedbrother?" he demanded.
Kitty didn't bother to dissemble. "It wasn'tTerrance; I did it."
His face was white with anger as he movedtoward the bed. "Do you know how much that vixen cost me? She wasin heat. She would have attracted every fox in Surrey."
"When I saw her, I took compassion on thelittle trapped creature. Please forgive me, Simon."
"I am going to punish you," he threatenedfirmly.
She pulled the covers up around her neck,feeling alarm for the first time. "You wouldn't dare!"
He didn't waste his breath arguing with her,but grabbed her wrist and pulled her struggling from the bed. Hehad a wiry strength which when fueled by anger she could notwithstand. He dragged her face-down across his knee and lifted hernightgown to expose her bare buttocks.
She was outraged with humiliation to behandled in this manner, but she found herself defenseless.
Simon raised his hand and slapped her bottomwith full force. The first smack carried such a sting it broughttears to her eyes and a cry to her lips. Slowly and deliberately hewent about his business, and her cries and pleas fell on deafears.
Suddenly she felt his organ grow hard againsther belly and she twisted her face up to look at him in surprise.His eyes were rolled back, and he was in a frenzy of sexualarousal. The intimate touch of their bodies repelled her. She triedto contain her cries because they were obviously giving himpleasure. Her bottom was red-raw where the blood had been drawn tothe surface. She feared she would faint from the pain, when all atonce he threw his head back and all his muscles twitched and heavedin a spasm that left him limp. Simon's blue eyes smiled under lidsheavy with sensuality. His mouth was soft and relaxed, his wholeface was smooth with satiety.
Escaping his grip was no longer a problem.She locked herself in the small bathroom. She bathed her bottomwith warm water until gradually the pain became bearable. This hadconfirmed her every fear that Simon was abnormal. She understoodall too well why his mother had been so anxious to marry him offand leave for parts unknown.
Mrs. Hobson appeared as soon as Simon haddeparted, so she could investigate Kitty's cries. When she sawKitty's eyes red from crying, she pressed her lips together andasked, "Has he been practicing his abominations on you?"
"No....yes, but please don't let my brotherknow, Mrs. Hobson. Let's just keep it between us."
