The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 4)

There may have been envious glances cast my way, but hunger was the great leveler. His lordship did not stint, even if the true delicacies were reserved for dining in Hall. None of us belonged in that exalted company; the rigid castes of British society may have been bent at Peacock House, but the liberal application of the rod kept everyone in their place. Truly, it was a pity. Every soul dwelling in that place was a prisoner of convention, from the youngest boot boy, all the way to the Master himself. Sex and discipline burst forth, blatantly, yet elegantly.

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5 thoughts on “The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 4)

  1. naughtynora July 16, 2017 / 4:42 pm

    Oh yes….the rod does keep everyone in their place…. 🙂


  2. Ina Morata July 18, 2017 / 7:28 am

    I’m at it again! “Every soul…was a prisoner of convention”? Is that a clue about things to come? (I think I watch too much Poirot!)


      • Ina Morata July 18, 2017 / 1:46 pm

        You’re determined to drive me potty! Not that it should take much doing. 😉


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