As they passed along the landing, the Vicar stole his encroaching fingers a little further beneath her orbs, this causing Vanessa to gulp audibly, though-as he had well anticipated-no word of protest broke from her lips simply because she knew not how to form such. From previous adventures, the wily cleric was well aware that such would be the case and literally guided her by her bottom into the first of several bedrooms, where, as she whispered almost inaudibly, her brother Reginald slept.

'It is next to your own?' came the enquiry.

'Sir, yes, but I do not think…', began Vanessa, finding words at last, for his insurgent fingers were by then pressing the various materials of her clothes and underclothes up into the plump bulge of her bottom in the most possessive way.

'It is wise to have adjoining rooms, my dear, for should you be indisposed or have need, then you may quietly call upon him in the night-is that not so?'

'B… but my room…', stammered Vanessa, whose facial cheeks were bright red while her nether ones could distinctly feel the commanding impress of his hand in a way that disturbed her much.

'Is not so nice as this? Oh, but I am sure it is much prettier. Have no alarm at showing it to me for I frequently have had need to call upon my lady parishioners when they have cause to languish in bed and am in need of such attentions as I can give them. The door is here? Ah yes! I say, what a delightful room! You have a window-seat, I see. I have a great fancy for such. A double bed, too. Far more convenient than a single one, I always think. May I close the door? You were asking me, I believe, about the usages and effects of the tawse'.

'No-no, I was not', Vanessa attempted to declare with some firmness whereat the Vicar boldly encircled her waist- slim, as he found it-and brought her with rather trembling legs to sit beside him on a decidedly bouncy bed.