Feminine KINGSMAN [Erotic Romance]

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Summary

Read at your own risk. Correlation to Feminine King, but it can be read separately. !Here's to more long skirts!  I debated screaming out again to hide my pride. The embarrassment colors my cheeks, and I leave nothing to the imagination. "Hello!" a man yells. Oh, brother, I hope he's alone. "Miss Gwendolyn Duke?" I hear footsteps coming closer. I bit my lip. I'm incredibly sorry for this horrible first impression, I tell myself. I brace for the hit to my pride. "Help! Sir. Please help!" I screamed out. Footsteps, loud and clear, come closer as they halt on the wooden steps. "Please. I'm stuck. I'm so embarrassed." I jabber on. "Miss Duke!" He laughs, then coughs to hide it. "Sir. I'm a lady, not a laughing matter," I chastise him. "I apologize, Miss Duke," he says, clearing his throat, "You seem to be indisposed." "I'm not always so clumsy," I intervened. He coughs again. "May I help you?" He offers. "Please," I whispered. I've never had a man touch me before, especially in these types of conditions. I'm almost begging this faceless man to touch my backside. No proper woman would be in this situation anyway. He stepped to my side. His hard thighs lean against my hip. I can feel some kind of itchy material against my skin. Is it a uniform?

Status
Complete
Chapters
6
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

PROLOGUE:



The heat burns my bum.

I'm embarrassed.

I was completely reckless.

I tried to move a large wood piece against the fireplace, and I dropped it. That should have been the one reason to leave it alone. No, I had to brace myself for another lift, lost my footing, and fell forward over the wood! Now my dress is stuck over my head and trapped onto something?

A nail, maybe?

My stomach took the pain, but my dignity was left between the wood and the fireplace. I should have waited for one of my parents or probably one of the students. I don't know how I get myself into these predicaments!

I'm so perturbed and worried!

Thanks to this heat, I prefer to only wear loose fabric under my dresses, and now the material is stuck. Anyone who rescues me will see a lot more than they should! My big arse is displayed for all to see!

I know no bounds when it comes to opening this school house! My promise to the children, we would start working indoors on Monday.

They were so excited!

Most of the construction was done with the help of our beloved community. The sun beats off our necks, so we start very early most days. Even through their heated complaints they show up to learn.

The poor children need rest!

I screamed for help for the hundredth time.

No such luck!

I've been here for hours, wishing to be found. Hopefully, by an understanding proper woman who refrains from wearing undergarments, too.

Highly likely, when proper etiquette is involved.

When this property was inherited to me, I rolled up my sleeves and went straight to work on the schoolhouse. Less clothing helped me stay cool in these spring conditions.

Yes, I felt naughty the first day I abstained from my undergarments, but it gave me a new sense of freedom. Now, I seem to prefer comfort over tight, itchy materials.

I hear someone.

A horse, maybe?