Mr Collins Learns His Lesson

The stable was gloomy, and the dense aroma of horses pervaded the air. The groom?s erect member was both long and broad, and Mr Collins found himself gagging as the man thrust it vigorously down his throat. He grasped the other man?s firm thigh to steady himself with one hand, while with the other he rubbed at his own diminutive organ, which hung limply from the front of his breeches. For some reason he always found it hard to maintain an erection, even when enjoying another man?s member in his mouth.With a grunt the groom withdrew his manhood from Mr Collins?s throat and pumped at it energetically, before spending a large quantity of thick white ejaculate all over the clergyman?s face. As he felt the emission run down his cheeks and drip onto his garments, Mr Collins finally reached his own climax, and a few feeble spurts of thin liquid dribbled out of his member onto his leg.Without a word, the groom tucked his wilting manhood back into his breeches and held out his hand. Mr Collins removed a banknote from his pocket and handed it to the man, who took it with a contemptuous sneer before turning his back. Mr Collins stood up, brushed the hay from his knees, and left the stable.Once in the open air, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the groom?s emission from his face, then dabbed at his garments until the last vestiges of cream were removed. Satisfied that there were no remaining tell-tale droplets, he made his way towards the house. He was due with Lady Catherine at two o?clock, and she did not like to be kept waiting.OoooOoooOWhat Mr Collins had unfortunately failed to observe was that Lady Catherine had returned early from her morning ride and had seen the entire incident from the corner of the stables, at first with horror, then bonus veren siteler increasingly with anger. This was not the behaviour she expected from those to whom she extended her patronage, especially not members of the clergy. She slapped her thigh angrily with her horsewhip. Mr Collins would need to be taught a lesson.**OoooOoooOSince she had graciously granted him the living of the parish of Hunsford, Lady Catherine de Bourgh had been generally satisfied with the conduct of Mr Collins. He was appropriately grateful for the great honour which she had bestowed upon him and missed no opportunity of voicing his appreciation in a gratifyingly servile manner. He had listened attentively when she had recently informed him that it was his duty as Rector to find a suitable wife, who could manage his household for him and assist him in the conduct of his duties.?It is a truth universally acknowledged,? she had told him, ?that a clergyman without a wife is liable to become the subject of gossip. And that is something which I refuse to countenance.?Mr Collins had agreed with her eagerly and had initially set out on his quest for a wife with considerable confidence. He had almost immediately thought of his cousin in Hertfordshire, who had five unmarried daughters, one of whom would surely prove suitable. Regrettably, his suit had been unceremoniously rejected by the one he selected, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, and he had been forced to retire to lick his wounds and think again.Lady Catherine had not been impressed when he told her of his failure, and he was now forced to cast his net in a different direction. In the meantime, he achieved relief of some sort at the hands (or more accurately the mouth) of Lady Catherine?s bedava bahis groom, whose sexual services he procured for a small consideration on a regular basis.**OoooOoooOMr Collins was mildly puzzled to see his patroness still dressed in her riding habit when she admitted him to her presence in the drawing-room of Rosings, as she was normally more formally attired during their meetings. Perhaps unwisely, he failed to make the connection between this and the stables where he had recently been satisfying his unnatural desires.?So, Mr Collins, I hope you have some better news about your hunt for a wife,? said his patroness sharply.?I believe so, your Ladyship,? said Mr Collins obsequiously. ?Although Miss Elizabeth Bennet unaccountably saw fit to turn down my generous offer, I believe that her friend, Miss Lucas, will be more amenable. Miss Lucas is the daughter of Sir William Lucas, a very respectable gentleman who also resides in Hertfordshire. While I do not believe her dowry will be great, she is a plain and sensible girl who was most appreciative when informed of your Ladyship?s generosity in granting me the living of Hunsford.??She seems suitable,? concurred Lady Catherine. ?I suggest you proceed to immediately make a formal offer. I always felt that Miss Elizabeth Bennet was an unwise choice. Her outspokenness is not an attractive trait in one whose social position is by no means secure.?Mr Collins smirked and gave a little bow. As heir presumptive of the Bennet family home of Longbourn, he was looking forward to taking possession in due course.?Thank you, your Ladyship,? he said, and turned to go. But Lady Catherine raised her hand.?Pray wait one moment. There is one further matter I would like to discuss with deneme bonus you,? she announced. You may have been wondering, Mr Collins, why it is that I am wearing my riding dress.??I thought perhaps that your ladyship was preparing to take some exercise once our meeting was over. I did not wish to detain you any longer.??On the contrary, I concluded my exercise shortly before this meeting. I had in fact come straight from the stables when our interview began.?Mr Collins suddenly felt his heart sink into his boots, and he had to steady himself on the side-table to prevent him from collapsing onto the floor.?I see from your expression that you know what I am talking about, Collins,? she hissed, suddenly allowing her anger to show. ?Yes, I saw you with my groom in the stables. I saw what you and he were doing, and how your encounter ended. What do you have to say for yourself???I?m very sorry, your Ladyship,? stammered Mr Collins. ?I didn?t know you were there.??Is that your only excuse, you repulsive toad? You, Collins, are a filthy beast,? snarled his patroness, slamming her riding-whip down on the table so hard that Mr Collins almost soiled his breeches. ?I fear I made a dreadful mistake in appointing you as Rector of Hunsford. Heaven alone knows how many people you have already corrupted with your disgusting habits. Have you not heard of the punishment Our Lord meted out to Sodom and Gomorrah??Her voice rose to a crescendo. Mr Collins fell on his knees, whimpering.?Please forgive me, your Ladyship?? he snivelled.?Oh, do stop grovelling, you pathetic creature. You need to be taught a lesson, Collins, a serious lesson. The Lord will doubtless punish you in the next life. I, however, intend to do so in this one.?Lady Catherine strode over to the door and turned the key. Then, slapping the riding-whip repeatedly against her thigh, she walked over to Mr Collins, who was still sniffling on the floor.?Take your clothes off, Collins,? she said calmly, as if instructing her maid to remove the tea tray.