Dearest X, I had to write to you poste haste to reasure you that my hitherto woes have resolved themsalves in the most pleasing fashion. I will be as frank as always, as the herald who carries this missive is most trustworthy, and the intimacies we shared when you were my governess and comforted me so tenderly after you had spanked me to intemperately that one day, intimacies which bond us so tightly and eternally. The occasion of my deliverance from my woes was the period after my new husband and I had said our farewells to our guests and given our servant leave to go on an outing after their excellent service over the weekend. The weather being cold we took our afternoon stroll in the long gallery. As you can imagine from my letters of late, the relationship between my husband and I was strained, since I learned so suddenly and cruelly that the begetting of offspring was just as it was with the beast in the field or the animals in the stable and had began to repel my husbands tentative nocturnal advances, after the first night when he laid his manhood against my flower. Presently, into the silence, fluttered a small song bird which had got into the house some how, in its panic is flew against the high windows with such force that I feared for its life. My husband made to fetch a pole to open the windowcatch but I bade him stay as place it was kept was some way off and the bird would not survive long enough for him to make his way there and back. I instructed him instead to lift me up as high as he could so I could release the catch myself. I confide that having his strong hands encircle my waist fair took my breathe away, and as he lifted me into the air set butterflys dancing in my stomach like nothing since I lay with you that glorious night. Tall as he is, I could not reach the catch, and the panic of the little bird set my heart racing as I stretch and struggled in my husbands arms. So I bade him make a step with his hand so I could brace my foot against it, which he duly did. My attempts to meet with this stirrup did bring my silk slipper up around and back down over his groin, and I felt the shape of something beneath his tight breeches which put me in mind of those beasts of the field, though this time, touching it, I felt curiosity rather than revulsion its size was so geat. Still I could not reach and I urged him to boost me a little higher, which he endevoured to do but succeeded only in bunching my skirts up into my intimates and his hand along with them. My legs snapped shut intinctively and trapped him there as I continued to search for the catch to realease the unfortunate bird and with one final effort I openned the window and freed the little creature into the chill afternoon air. This last effort brought my self and my husband crashing to the floor, where we lay, laughing for some while. As I made to rise my hand happened again upon his breeches, at the same place, and found again the aroused part that he been the cause of such trepidation and now such curiosity. He looked at me with such longing that I was emboldened to stroke its entire length, some distance past halfway down his long thigh. This seemed to awake it and it strained and slid through the fabric into an upright position where it pushed against the waistband of his breeches with such urgency that I could see that it would be painful if the presure was not released. The which end I unbuttoned the two rows of fastenings on his breaches leaving an opening through which the member sprang, its end no smaller than a tennis ball and the stalk as thick as a childs wrist. My husband looked on with a mixture of longing and fear now, that my mood might turn still to one of rejection. But my loins ached now as I saw for the first time, in the light, its match, glistening moistly with the same potion which now flooded out of my parts.