LORD BRAMBLE'S REHABILITATION (3 page)

"Yes Miss," Lilly blushed and curtsied before hurrying out.

John made himself approachable by any of the staff that following day. Much of it he spent with Richard, reading to him from the Times newspaper that was delivered each morning, fresh off the train from London. The obituary page had reduced following over two years of peace, yet the odd name came up as wounds took their toll. Europe was still a mess but America was doing well and, on the back of it, Britain.

John had been made aware of the major investments that kept the Bramble family wealthy and John read out the stock value of those and their competitors.

Isabel had appeared at breakfast and other than a curt "good morning" uttered in much the same way as she greeted the rest of the staff, pointedly ignored him.

"You have a feisty daughter, Lord Richard," he commented after the young woman had finished her breakfast and strolled out, informing him she would be taking the car into town to do some shopping.

The old man couldn't talk and his mannerisms were jerky and often very pronounced, but he could make his mood or viewpoint understood and John had no doubt he agreed with him.

John wheeled the old man around the grounds close to the house and stopped to sit on one of the benches. Some of the staff approached for advise and direction and John would involve Richard whose tone of voice and mannerisms were a good indicator of whether he agreed with John's view or not. It helped John know he wasn't being unreasonable or naive with his assessments.

About four hours after Isabel had driven off in the car it returned, pulled by a lorry, the front of the car strove in as if by a giant mallet.

John pushed Richard over to where it had stopped, both men relaxing as they saw Isabel step down from the cab of the truck, her sharp voice as she ordered the car pushed to the garage an indicator that the girl hadn't been harmed by the accident.

"What happened?" John asked as they neared the truck and the girl, hands on her hips as she watched the car being pushed away.

Isabel turned to look at him, then shrugged, a deep breath settling her. "It was nothing. The mechanics will have it fixed in no time," she told him, and strode off to enter the house without a single backward glance.

John turned to the driver of the tow truck and nodded a greeting. "What really happened?" he asked.

"She was coming down Ridgemount Hill Sir. Well, there's this bend at the bottom, right nasty if you're not used to it. Anyway, she met an oncoming steam tractor, Sir, and smashed right into it," he told him, tipping his cap to both men. "The steam engine driver reckons she was tearing down the lane, lucky not to have done far worse damage to herself," he explained.

"Any damage to the tractor?" John asked.

"Bit of paint," the man shrugged. "Girl said it was his own fault; not driving carefully enough," he chuckled.

"Have him come see me and I'll see him reimbursed, for the paint and his good humour," John begged, and gave the man ten shillings for his own trouble in getting girl and car back safely.

John thought the excitement for the day was over when Lord Bramble's nurse stepped down from the house to stride angrily towards them.

"There's a nurse fresh arrived, tells me she's to be nurse to Lord Bramble," she informed him, her normally stern face set in still harsher lines. "I do not need an assistant, nor wish one. Either she goes, or I do!" she told him sharply.

John nodded. "If you go and see Jones you will find he has prepared your wages to the end of the month. He can also arrange your passage to the railway station. Trains leave on the half hour I believe," he told her.

The woman stared at him for a few moments, her eyes grown large. She then turned and marched away.

"You'll like your new nurse, Lord Richard. I've not met her, but I know her background. You'll find her a much different type of nurse to your old one," John promised as they stood to one side to watched people come and go.

Penny was indeed a refreshing change. Younger and prettier than the last nurse, she was a diminutive woman with a smile for everyone, and under all circumstances. She chatted incessantly too, about whatever came into her head, changing the subject without notice, asking questions without expecting or waiting for a reply.

She saw Lord Bramble and grinned, immediately promising to have him back to normal in no time. "Doctor O'Connor is a strong believer in stimulus to have the brain remember and return," she told him, straight away working to straighten his clothes while smiling kindly at him, his expression pulled to one side by his stroke.

"His methods have worked wonders for the poor men returned from Flanders," she told him, "and there's no reason it shouldn't work with others who are brain injured. Doesn't matter the cause," she told the lord, quoting from a doctor she idolised.

"Now then, let's see," she said, grinning brightly at him as she slid a hand under the lap-blanket and sought out his manhood. "Ah yes," she sighed, finding the fat sausage and giving it a fond squeeze through his trousers.

"Oh! What's this! Do I feel a sign of life?" she asked him, her face mirroring her delight.

Lord Bramble spluttered and jerked, his eyes growing large and round as the nurse knelt and used both hands to part his trousers and expose his semi-erect organ.

"Now, isn't that a pretty one," Penny said to herself, an Irish lilt to her voice coming through, as it did whenever she grew excited. She took the pliant cock into her hand and began stroking it, purring and grinning as it slowly lengthened, stretching the skin about its hard core as it grew into a stout and hard cock.

"I'm thinking it's been a while since its been properly attended to, eh your lordship?" she teased, grinning up at him as she slid a finger down the underside and giggling playfully when it jerked in response."I bet you'd love to have me suck on it for you, wouldn't you?" she asked.

Lord Bramble slurped and gurgled, his shaking grown worse as he tried fighting his disability to tell the pretty thing in front of him to stop playing with him and strip off her clothes and make herself ready for a good hard fucking.

"No, don't understand what you're trying to tell me, your lordship. Keep it simple. Nod if you want me to suck on this lovely cock of yours, otherwise I'll just put it away for you," she told him, her grin infuriating the old man.

"Come along now," she urged, still squeezing and fondling his organ, keeping it painfully erect. "Imagine all the other things we can do, just as soon as I see you nod your head," she urged, and let her free hand play with the buttons of her uniform, her smile offering more than just a glance under it.

Richard concentrated, screaming inside his skull for his head to respond. He spluttered and panted and the cords of his neck tightened with his efforts and, slowly, imperceptibly, his head rose and fell, executing what could loosely be termed a nod.

It was enough for Penny. "So, you want me to suck on your cock, Lord Bramble," she grinned, wiping the oozing pre-come from the eye and pulling the foreskin back to have more ooze replace it.

He nodded again, the toss of his head more precise and with less noise and drooling.

She lowered her head, doing so slowly and teasingly, her eyes turned up to watch the agony on his face as she very slowly drew her mouth to his penis. Almost upon it she stopped to breathe upon it instead, grinning with delight as she felt the organ throb and jerk in her hand. And she felt him try and push himself towards her too, unconscious muscle movement working where conscious movement would not.

She purred loudly and licked the moist head, drawing off his pleasant taste and giggling at the sob that broke through his throat.

"Do you like me licking your cock, Lord Bramble?" she asked, loving the additional opportunity to tease him. Oh, she was going to have so much fun with this man before he was able to take command of the proceedings and dictate their acts. She held the hard and throbbing organ up so she could lick the underside, peering into his face as she savoured the taste of him, and returned for more.

"Mm," she hummed, filling her mouth with saliva to drool it over the domed head of his cock and, capturing it in her fist, rubbing his cock with the slippery wetness.

"Are you ready for me now?" she asked, her voice breaking with the effort of rapidly stroking his thick organ. "Want to feel me sucking your seed from your balls?" she asked as crudely as she knew how.

He grunted and nodded, no difficulty now, not now his desire had possession of him.

She grinned and lowered her head. Parting her lips she slid her mouth over as much of his throbbing organ as would fit in her mouth, then sealed her lips about him to begin avidly sucking on it.

He didn't last long - she hadn't expected him to. She felt it coming a moment before the eruption began; a sudden swelling of his cock, a tightening of his balls. Then his sperm was shooting vigorously into her waiting mouth, one fierce eruption followed by another and another, each less forceful than the last, until her fingers were needed to press beneath his ball sack and have the final pulse of semen fill her mouth for swallowing.

She rose off his softening cock and grinned as she let him watch her throat work, swallowing his seed a bit at a time, opening her mouth to reveal the last of it on her tongue before she swallowed that too.

"Was that good?" she asked.

He was breathless and, for once, his face still, his facial muscles relaxed. He groaned and nodded. Penny smiled and put him away. "Good boy," she told him. "Tonight we'll do it again, and perhaps a little more," she grinned. She so enjoyed teasing her patients.

"How long to repair the car?" Isabel asked that evening as they settled down to dinner, Penny seated beside Lord Bramble to help him eat, a hand placed surreptitiously below the large napkin on his lap to give him complementary squeezes when he managed to do more than slurp on his soup.

The girl was her usual ill-manned and haughty self, visibly shocked when Debora was served before her.

"What she doing at the table? Surely she's a nurse, a member of staff!" she cried angrily. "And why dismiss Nurse Howard. She was doing perfectly fine!"

"Not by my standards she wasn't," John answered. "And Debora is Lord Bramble's guest, hence seated at the table," he told her patiently.

Isabel pouted, clearly put out by the turn of events. "What about the car?" she asked curtly.

"Very badly damaged. The parts alone will take over a week to arrive, and then some days to fit," John told her, tucking into his own soup and turning to ask the serving-maid to tell the cook how lovely it was. "I know of a private hospital who could use someone of her talents," he joked, smiling towards Debora.

"A week!" Isabel cried. "I can't be without a car for over a week!" she complained. "Daddy, tell him will you. I need a car!" she cried angrily, her father ignoring her to gaze like a love sick dog into his nurse's grinning face.

"Even if we had a vehicle, which we don't, you would not be permitted to drive it. Not until you prove yourself capable," John told her.

"Pardon!" Isabel all but screamed, staring at the man in hate. "How dare you!" she cried.

John shrugged. "I have your father's authority. When the car is repaired I'll arrange for a gentleman to review your driving skills and see that they're sufficient for this day and age," he told her, calmly eating his soup while the maids' standing against the walls waiting for them to finish kept their faces lowered, pretending they weren't there.

"Yes? Really! And who is this gentleman who'll review my driving?" she wondered, thinking it might be someone she knew and would, therefore, automatically pass her as competent.

"Mr Saul Thompson," John told her.

Isabel frowned, trying to recollect where she'd heard the name before. "Don't know him," she decided at last. "Who is he? What makes him so clever?" she asked disgustedly.

John finished his soup and smiled pleasantly at the maid as she took his plate away. "Saul is the owner of one steam tractor, recently in a collision with some stupid young girl who didn't seem to know her foot brake from her accelerator," he told her.

"Oh. Him," she spat. "He was an oaf! He should have seen me coming and made room. You won't get away with this you know. Just you wait until my lawyer completes his inquiries!" she told him angrily.

"Oh yes," John nodded, and took the envelope that had arrived that morning from his pocket.

"You've opened it!" she squealed, and pulled out the single sheet of paper to quickly scan the lawyer's response. She screwed the letter up and fought down her angry retort, the lawyer having informed her that there was nothing she could do.

The main course arrived and they began to eat, silent but for Lord Bramble's odd groans and grunts as he strived to eat.

Isabel sighed and looked about her, her attention drawn to her father and the way he ate. "Does he have to eat like that? Can't you feed him better than that? And why feed him here? Enough to put us all off our food," she complained.

John ignore her and smiled at his old friend, winking covertly at the old man. Never let a situation get you down; was what he had often told the young Captain while sharing a piece of dried cheese in the some muddy puddle in Belgium and France.