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dawn `s tempory master 3

Part 3 Dawn, woke early next morning, before dawn she had showered, eaten a bowl of flakes, d***k a lot of coffee and checked her diary, which she had fetched up to date the evening before, Her companion snored loudly and seemed to sl**p the sl**p of an innocent. She wondered at the resilience of the younger woman but wondered if she would cope when it became her turn to take on that huge dog. Indifferently she watched the television, noting what was going on in the rest of the world, wondering what Andy was doing, and Ray away in his distant land, her mum how was she coping, depressed and homesick she wrote a long and largely fictional air mail letter to her mum, addressing the folding envelope and popping it into a second envelope addressed to Ray she then added a long page telling of the first day`s here. The alarm jangled and Jane tumbled from her bed, as was her way each morning, she showered while Dawn made a cooked breakfast for them both which they ate while chatting about the world news. They were stood outside the breakfast room door at a few minutes to nine, awaiting the dreaded bell neat and tidy, Jack stood with them with the boy Toby summonsed by the master. The lad stood terrified, not making eye contact with the two women, his fear palpable. The bell tinkled and Jack left the three of them stood in the hall. The boy was called in and the two women waited for some time before a tearful lad returned and addressing Dawn very respectfully through his tears that ...

... “they want you both next maam,” before he went on his way, still snuffling. They did as bid, to the usual scene, mistress sat with her dog, master at his usual seat, coffee and toast and Jack stood at his master`s elbow. The master addressed the women saying that “the young man that just left is to be disciplined, he has been shall we say disrespectful to the mistress, spying on her in her chamber in a state of undress.” Dawn coughed and the master raised an eyebrow asking “do you had something to say?” She feeling sorry for him pleaded for the lad, fearing he would be dismissed. She said she would respectfully point out that this was a boy they do such things at that age they have enquiring minds, he was surrounded by women and just didn’t understand or was able to control his urges and she threw in a “sir” at the end. She then stood quietly knowing she had probably overstepped her position. The master eyed her coldly, then said “I know he`s just a lad and his hormones are raging, I was a boy myself once but that`s one of the things he needs to learn, not to get caught!,” he smiled wistfully, perhaps remembering his own youth. “He tells me he has no knowledge of women, boy`s homes having deprived him somewhat he has had a fairly tragic life so far, Jack and I feel he would benefit from some lessons in love.” There was a snort of disapproval from the mistress, of “Spy`s on me and is rewarded by sex lessons, ridiculous!” the master gave her a withering look, but ignored her ...