'Oh no, no, no, it is nothing like that. I will be well tomorrow', said Vanessa unwittingly and then recalled the Vicar's parting words with such a start that she failed not only to cover her luscious titties but had quite forgotten the tawse which lay beside her and upon which Reggie's hand next fell.

'What is this?' he asked, curiously fingering the thick but pliable leather.

'Oh, don't know! Why do you keep asking questions?' Vanessa responded all but hysterically, then seeing his face fall she added more quietly, 'It is just a strap, I suppose. Mary found it behind a cabinet'.

'A strange one, indeed, for the end is split and there is no buckle to it I will take it downstairs if you wish'.

So saying, and being in fact rather at a loss to account for his sister's unusual behaviour, Reggie drew it up in the same instant that Vanessa turned to reach for it, with the result that one exposed and heavy tit brushed silkily against his hand, causing her nipple to stub against it in the process.

'Oh, Reggie!' Vanessa said as if in great dismay, and he withdrawing his hand hastily if regretfully.

'S… sorry!' Reggie stammered, 'I will-er-that is to say, see if tea is made and then-er-yes…'

And so mumbling and not a little pink about the cheeks, Reggie made his departure, leaving behind the tawse which Vanessa quickly thrust under the pillow beneath her head. Thankful that her brother had not observed that the other headrest was missing, she drew it up from between her extremely warm and moist thighs and lay back for a moment with a sigh, her bottom stirring on the sheet beneath her as if in memory of the most astonishing day in her life.