To the Manor, Chastened
Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2019 12:40 pm
To the Manor, Chastened
By: Hooked6
Synopsis: A servant at Stonewall Manor is reluctantly forced to act as disciplinarian to Her Ladyship’s two daughters. Most punishments appear to be carried out merely to amuse their mother whenever she is bored, evolving into humiliating public spectacles. What is really going on and why is Her Ladyship acting in such a way? The answer might surprise you and is based loosely on a historical incident.
To the Manor, Chastened
By: Hooked6
Copyright January 2011 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
To The Manor, Chastened (Reluctant Exhibitionism, Spanking and Discipline, Historical fiction)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
(Author’s note: To Anna G. My inspiration)
As the coachman for Lady Habersham at Stonewall Manor in Ashbury, my duties varied widely. I enjoyed my job for the most part, except for one task for which I was neither well-suited nor did I take any pleasure in. But I had no choice in the matter. Times were hard in Victorian England and positions of this stature were very difficult to come by, especially for a young lad of 24 with little education or social status. I was proud of what I had accomplished in life and was grateful for the level of comfort that my present situation afforded me. But all was not well and the memories of what I did to the young daughter of the mistress of the house haunt me to this day.
Lady Habersham, a well-regarded and influential member of the Aristocracy, was widowed early into her marriage and through a complicated legacy, her husband left her very well situated financially along with two daughters only a year apart. The eldest daughter, Sarah Anne Elizabeth, a few months shy of turning 20 at the time of my employment, was clearly favored by my mistress. Her younger sister known only as Margaret was treated almost as an outcast by her mother. It was as if Margaret’s presence was an imposition on her life, something to be endured rather than to take pride in. At 18, Margaret was very pretty, much more so than the highly favored, more refined older sister, Sarah Anne Elizabeth, which perhaps contributed to her mother’s disdain for her youngest daughter.
The manor had many servants and our duties and station were clearly defined. The Butler was the most regal of all of us and usually was the only one to directly approach or to have any interaction with the Lady of the Manor. The only exceptions to this rule occurred in the strictest line of duty like her ladyship’s personal maid. Traditionally in the Manor a mere coachman would never be seen “upstairs” in the formal area of the house nor would he ever talk with Lady Habersham let alone enter her private quarters. But Lady Habersham had given me a new duty which challenged convention and the normal order of things. It was not something I aspired to do; rather I was pressed into service and had little choice in the matter. You see I was appointed Manor House Disciplinarian, a titular role supplanting that of her former husband.
It all happened thus. I had been employed for approximately two months attending to the horses and carriage-works of the Manor. I enjoyed my work and I especially liked the fine uniform that I wore when transporting her Ladyship on her journeys from the estate into town. The uniform alone commanded a certain respect among the townsfolk and tradesmen whenever I was on duty. On this particular day I was out in the carriage house giving her Ladyship’s coach a good polishing when the Butler came out and excitedly told me, ‘Look sharp, man! Her Ladyship wishes to see you in the sitting room in 10 minutes! Get a move on will you. Get cleaned up and into your formals. You mustn’t keep her Ladyship waiting!”
I was shocked that I had been summoned into the formal chambers of the house. I dashed to my room, cleaned myself up as best that I could on such short notice and donned my uniform and nervously made my way “upstairs.” I just knew that I either must have done something terribly wrong or that something out of the ordinary happened and I was needed to run an important errand. The Parlor Maid announced me, “Gerald, the Coachman, my Lady.” With that the maid left leaving me standing at the entrance to the Parlor.
“Ahhh . . . good. Please, do come in. Gerald, is it?”
“Yes, your Ladyship. Gerald. . . though I am unworthy of such familiarity. My Sir Name is Patterson, mum.”
I noticed standing before me towards the back wall of the room was the freshly turned18-year-old, younger daughter, Margaret, who seemed obviously distraught about something. Margaret never wore the ultra-fine clothes like her elder sister and was usually seen in more plain and simple attire. I later discovered that was her mother’s doing, not some preference on the daughter’s part for simpler garments.
Her ladyship looked me over for several moments without saying a word which reinforced my fear that I must have done something wrong or that she was displeased with my work in some way. Her constant scrutiny made me feel very uncomfortable. Lady Habersham had a powerful personality and a commanding presence. Whenever she spoke, she did so with authority and people seldom ever questioned her. As she walked around me and continually looked me over, she muttered softly as if to herself but loud enough that I could hear, “Such a strong and virile young man you are.” Her comment made me blush and I lowered my gaze to the floor not daring to answer. After several moments she walked away from me and began silently fiddling with some object on the credenza along the wall. Suddenly she turned to me and said in an overly pleasant and sugary tone, “You like working here, don’t you Gerald? I mean you are treated well-enough?”
“Yes, ma’am, I like my job very much. The estate is beautiful and the blood stock of your horses is second to none. I couldn’t be happier.” My comment seemed to please my mistress as she smiled softly.
“Good . . . very good,” She remarked clearly pondering something as she continued to fiddle with her trinket on the desk. “Gerald, I have a special job that requires a strong man who can follow directions to the letter. Do I have the right man . . . Gerald?”
Her continued use of my first name only in addressing me made me most uncomfortable. “Yes, I believe so your ladyship. I will certainly do my best at whatever it is you would have me to do.”
“Excellent! That’s just what I want to hear. Loyalty is an important thing in service, don’t you think? I need to know that I can count on my servants to act on my instructions without fail, never questioning, never arguing.”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“I knew I could count on you and I’m sure you won’t let me down.” Her pleasant demeanor then suddenly changed in an instant. She quickly extended her arm and pointed her finger menacingly at the girl cowering in the back of the room and said in a harsh tone, “My daughter has displeased me and she MUST be punished. I want YOU, Gerald, to do that for me.”
“ME, your Ladyship?! But I don’t know what to . . . I mean I have never done . . . “
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, Gerald. I’ll tell you what to do. Now, go and fetch my daughter and bend her over that ottoman there.”
“Mother . . . PLEASE . . .” The young girl pleaded as much from embarrassment as from fear.
“ENOUGH!” The mother commanded and the girl began whimpering softly as if she knew what was about to happen. “GO ON, Gerald, get on with it!”
I nervously walked over to the girl and took her politely by the hand as if I was helping her out of my coach and slowly led her across the room towards the ottoman. Mercifully the girl didn’t make me force her to bend over. Instead the young girl knelt down in front of the furniture piece on her own and gently laid her body over it, almost as if she had been made to do this sort of thing before. Once the girl was in place I looked over at her Ladyship and she was waving a wide piece of leather, about 4 inches wide and perhaps 20 inches long attached to a slender wooden handle. She extended her hand holding the leather strap and said, “Take this.” I obeyed her instructions and retrieved the article from her hand. It looked as if it had been freshly oiled and well-maintained.
Lady Habersham began smiling from ear to ear as if she was quite pleased about something. “Now, lift up her skirt and drape it over her back and then pull down her pantaloons to the floor. I want her to feel the strap on her bare backside.”
“MOTHER! Please . . . NO! Not in front of HIM!!” The daughter said in a panic and began squirming as she lay across the cushions as if she wanted to run away, but she dared not do so.
“DO IT!” her ladyship commanded me, ending all speculation that she might be swayed to change her mind.
I swallowed hard and my heart began beating faster. I had conflicting emotions running through my head. I was about to see this beautiful girl’s naked bottom for the first time and my baser instincts told me that this was indeed something that was exciting! I could feel myself getting aroused by the very thought of what I must do. The girl may have been only 18, but despite how she was dressed, her body was highly developed and most delightfully put together. My conscience, however, made me realize that I was about to inflict pain to this poor fearful creature and that was something that I was not cut out for.
I could see in my mistress’s eyes that she meant business so I too dared not cross her. She WAS the girl’s mother after all. Surely knew what was best for her daughter. Who was I to challenge her? I walked over to the girl and slowly began lifting the long but simple skirt above her knees ultimately exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
“HIGHER.” Lady Habersham directed.
Once I had finished, I reached for her white cotton pantaloons and carefully began lowering them to the floor. My heart skipped a beat when the crack of her ass came into view and then it began pounding uncontrollably when her soft and delicate butt cheeks became exposed. SHE WAS GEORGIOUS! The sight before me was better than I could have imagined! When her undressing was complete, I stood up and looked at the mistress of the house.
“I want you to give her 25 HARD slaps with that strop. Make her count them out loud.”
I nodded my understanding and firmly gripped the piece of leather in my right hand. As I looked down, I saw tears welling up in Margaret’s eyes and she gazed at me pleadingly. My heart was immediately filled with pity. I swung the strap and it slapped against the poor girl’s backside causing her to flinch as she whimpered, “One”.
“Is THAT the best you can do?” Lady Habersham asked sarcastically. “Put some muscle into it! If I had wanted a wimpy beating, I would have done it myself!”
“But your Ladyship, that will surely leave bruises and might really injure her.”
“Are you challenging me? I thought you said you LIKED working here. If you don’t do as I say I’ll discharge you from my employ and see to it that you never work in service again – ANYWHERE.”
I bit my lower lip and raised my arm and let the strap fly. The leather slapped her butt really hard and caused miss Margaret to yelp in agony, “Two.”
Clearly still disappointed with my last effort Lady Habersham shook head and warned, “This is your last chance young man. You had better make it a good one! I have no time for people who fail to follow my instructions.”
I loved my job and as much as I empathized with the poor young girl lying prostrate before me, I had to do what I was told. One just didn’t argue with one’s betters. Once again, I raised my arm this time as high as it would go and called upon the full force that my muscles could give and flailed that strap against her naked flesh with all my might. The resulting slap echoed loudly throughout the massive Parlor surprising even me, who had been expecting the worst. Miss Margaret screamed at the top of her lungs and then began crying in earnest which sent chills up my spine. I looked over at Lady Habersham expecting to see her affected by her daughter’s suffering but instead I saw what could only be described as delight!
“EXCELLENT, Gerald, Excellent! That’s just what I wanted. Now give her 22 more just like that!”
I thought twenty-two more? Surly she would never survive such a trashing. I could tell, however, that my mistress was serious so I had no choice. As I looked at the girl who was now gazing into my eyes as she sobbed, I silently mouthed “I’m sorry,” and then commenced to give her the remaining blows. The look she gave me was almost as if she understood and was resigned to her fate. She just laid there and took it, screaming in agony with each stroke.
When I was finished, Lady Habersham directed her daughter to tuck the back of her dress into the belt around her waist and stand against the wall with her hands on top of her head, her deeply reddened and bare behind exposed for all to see. Much to my surprise the skin of her backside had not been broken for which I was deeply grateful. I hate to admit it, but seeing the sight of this charming young girl, her naked flesh quivering from the pain I had just inflicted gave me an instant erection. What was I, some kind of sadist, I wondered?
“Gerald. I am most pleased,” Lady Habersham said as she pulled on the bell pull to call for the Butler. When Jeeves, the Manor’s Butler and Major Domo entered the room, her Ladyship made an announcement. “Henceforth, The Coachman, Gerald, will be regarded as Stonewall Manor’s House Disciplinarian for my family. He is to be given all courtesy and privileges accorded with his new duties, including access to all the Upstairs areas as may be necessary. He will serve at my pleasure wherever and whenever I need him without interference. Is that clear?”
The look of shock on the Butler was immediate and overwhelming. Clearly this was most irregular! Her Ladyship went on to explain that I was now responsible for the discipline of her daughters and that he was to provide whatever assistance I might need in discharging my duties.
“I’ll see to it, your Ladyship.” He replied humbly, gave a slight bow and then left the room.
As soon as the Butler had left, Lady Habersham began giggling as she gazed upon the reddened cheeks of her daughter’s backside. “You may go, Gerald,” she said as she made a dismissive motion with her hand as if she had no further use for me.
“Yes, My lady.”
As I was leaving the Parlor, Lady Habersham’s giggles turned into bone-chilling laughter. What had I gotten myself into, I wondered to myself?
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To The Manor, Chastened – Part 2 (Reluctant Exhibitionism, Spanking and Discipline)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
All seemed normal for the next several weeks and my job as Coachman occupied my time. I loved working with animals and the estate upon which I was attached offered breathtaking views. It was indeed a privilege to work here. When I thought of all those people living in squalor fighting for scraps of food in the congested cities, I realized just how fortunate I was. Still thoughts of what I had been made to do to poor young Miss Margaret continued to invade my mind. I found myself relishing the experience, lusting after her beauty and alternately condemning myself for taking part. I tried to console myself that I was only doing my job, as any good servant would do.
I had almost put the entire sad affair out of my mind when once again the Butler came to the carriage house telling me that her Ladyship had summoned me to the Manor House. I was to meet her in her private drawing room on the second floor. I hurriedly cleaned myself up as best I could, donned my formal apparel and made my way up to the second floor Drawing Room. I had a hard time finding it and had to ask not only the Scullery but the Parlor Maid as well for directions as I was totally unfamiliar with the sprawling mansion.
Upon entering the room and being announced by her Ladyship’s personal attendant, I saw young Miss Margaret once again cowering meekly in the back corner of the room and her resplendent, older sister Sarah Anne Elizabeth, grinning from ear to ear as if she had just gotten away with stealing the cream from the larder.
“Thank you for being so prompt. Gerald,” Lady Habersham said again in her sugary-sweet tone that seemed so hollow. “I have a job for you.” Her smile belied her real intentions as I knew she wanted me to punish one of her daughters. From the differences in body language I could only presume it was Miss Margaret once again.
“Yes, your Ladyship, how may I serve you?”
As different as night is from day, her facial expression instantly changed as she pointed to her youngest and said in an authoritative, somewhat contemptuous voice, “SHE needs to be punished.” Her remark caused Sarah Anne to laugh out loud, almost mocking her little sister. She was clearly excited by the prospect. “And THIS time there will be no holding back.”
I nodded my head in understanding and stood there awaiting instructions. Clearly growing impatient with my lack of action, Lady Habersham sighed, “Oh that’s right, you are new at this and need to be told what to do. Very well, Gerald, remove her clothing.”
“Ma’am? All of it?”
“Yes . . . that’s right. Strip her. She doesn’t deserve any modesty when she’s being punished. Besides . . . it amuses me.”
I couldn’t believe what I was being asked to do. She wanted me to totally disrobe this innocent but amazingly beautiful girl right in front of her sister and me, a male. I suspected her mother thought that me, being rather young myself, would add to her humiliation as part of her punishment. Still, young men back then NEVER did anything like that to a proper woman and certainly not with the mother’s blessing. I felt my cock stirring beneath my uniform and hoped that it wouldn’t be too noticeable. I couldn’t help but replay in my mind her mother’s words over and over again, “Besides . . . it amuses me,” as I made my way over to the shy and visibly nervous girl.
I brought Miss Margaret to the center of the room and began the arduous task of trying to unbutton the copious amounts of buttons and clasps that held the poor girl’s garment in place. This was a new experience for me and I was certainly not proficient enough in lady’s apparel to do the task quickly. In fact, I had no idea whatsoever as to what I was doing, not being familiar with ladies’ garments at all – something that clearly amused her ladyship.
“Oh, for heaven’s sakes . . . stop messing about and just rip that damn thing off of her. You ARE strong enough to do that aren’t you?” Her Ladyship said sarcastically. Her words cut me to the quick and caused Miss Margaret to blush profusely as her eyes widened in disbelief at what her mother had just said.
I took hold of the top half of her simple, all-in-one dress at the neck line and began pulling it apart with all my might, causing the girl to gasp. To my surprise, and everyone else’s as well, the garment ripped easily down to the poor girl’s waist, exposing the flimsy white petticoat that covered her breasts. I knelt down and, grabbing another hand full of dress material, yanked once more ripping the fabric completely in two all the way to her ankles. I let the material drop unceremoniously to the floor. Margaret was visibly shaking as I grabbed the neckline of her petticoat and began to pull. This fabric tore easier than her dress and the I gave the same treatment to her slip which soon had her standing topless before everyone in the room. I put my fingers into the waist band of her pantaloons and quickly slid them down to the floor and then lifted each of her legs causing her to step out of them. I was sure if I had been meant to remove her stockings but I took the liberty of removing them as well lilting each of her legs one at a time which afforded me the most marvelous view of her charms which I tried carefully not to react to in any way. I then stood back and looked at the sight of this beautiful naked creature before me.
Sarah Anne was laughing almost in hysterics at seeing her sister naked as I looked on. Margaret tried to cover herself with her arms to preserve her modesty but her mother would have none of that and made the poor girl stand with her hands at her sides. It struck me as odd as I looked at both the girls together, that Sarah Anne felt herself to be so superior to her younger sister. Clearly Margaret had been blessed with all the physical attributes that would make any healthy male lust after her while Sarah Anne was as plain and ordinary looking as many of the villagers in the towns surrounding the estate. Only the accident of birth elevated Sarah Anne to such a lofty status. After a few moments of staring at the naked beauty before me, I looked at her mother for an indication as to her wishes.
“I think today . . . let’s see . . .” she mused as she walked around the room obviously playing at building suspense for the already quite anxious girl. “Yes . . . today we shall use,” she said pausing for effect . . . “the flogger.”
As she spied the short-handled object with numerous thin pieces of leather protruding from one end that her mother was holding in her hand, Margaret’s eyes widened, almost as large as Shilling coins, “I think 25 would be appropriate. Don’t you, Gerald?” I merely nodded as there was no way I was going to challenge her Ladyship’s instructions. “Bend her over that desk there.”
I took the girl’s hand and began leading her over to the desk. As I did so, being careful not to be caught, I whispered softly into her ear, “I’m really sorry about this. I truly feel just awful. But I have no choice.” The girl looked up at me with her soft, tear-filled eyes as if to say, “I understand.” I had no way of knowing for sure that’s what she was trying to tell me, but that’s how I took it. I felt that a bond had formed between us as she stood there for a moment, naked and baring her soul to me in unspoken words. I only hoped that she had not noticed the bulge in my trousers that reflected my body’s reaction to what I was about to do.
Bending her over the desk and spreading her legs apart as I was instructed to do, I couldn’t help but notice that she was now exposing her sex and anal orifice to everyone in the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight. Her labial charms were indeed almost like a magnet forcing my eyes to focus on them and only them, disregarding everything else, including the task at hand. Her sex was wet and glistening which totally confused me. I was brought back to reality when I heard the words, “You may begin now, Gerald.”
Taking the cane, I took a few forceful practice swings through the air a couple of times to gage its flexibility. The sound of the flogger swishing as I swung it aimlessly caused Margaret to clench her butt cheeks tightly each time in anticipation of a blow that did not come. Seeing this reaction by her daughter made Lady Habersham giggle and she praised my ingenuity in tormenting her daughter.
I did this a few more times before finally landing a fierce blow across her rear end. Margaret cried out in pain and almost immediately numerous noticeable thin stripe pink stripes began to appear on her bottom, faintly at first but growing redder and more obvious in just a few seconds. I swished the fogger harmlessly in the air again this time making the girl almost jump up from the desk in fright.
“Tie her down,” Lady Habersham instructed her eldest daughter. “Use some of the strips of fabric from her dress.”
“Yes mom!” Sarah Anne replied excitedly almost ecstatic to be given a small part in tormenting her sister as she ran over to the pile of clothing and selected what appeared to her to be strips of appropriate length.
“No please . . . don’t . . . don’t tie me down. I won’t move, I promise!” Margaret pleaded with her mother and she tried to maintain her position over the desk. Her mother silently indicated to me with her hand to apply the flogger to her backside so I let another quite forceful blow landing across the left cheek of her buttocks taking Margaret totally by surprise.
“SILENCE . . . You, impudent girl! There will be NO TALKING during punishment.”
The girl just whimpered as her sister began tying her arms to the supporting legs of the desk followed by her ankles in the same manner. In order to tie her ankles to the desk, Sarah Anne had to spread her sister’s legs even farther apart, accentuating Margaret’s sex even more than it previously had been, something that didn’t go unnoticed by me and in which I took great albeit inappropriate delight.
“There, now . . . that’s better. You may begin again, Gerald.”
I took my time, in part so as to draw out my pleasure at both looking at the girl’s bottom as well as in inflicting the punishment that was required of me. I must confess that deep down part of me didn’t really want this to end too soon. I rationalized my actions and tried to soothe my conscience by trying to tell myself that I was only taking my time to let the unfortunate girl rest and try and recover her composure before another slicing blow fell across her naked flesh. Each fly of the flogger deepened the reddish color to her backside. Then curiously, I couldn’t help but notice that Margaret had started to slide her pelvis against the desk with each fly of the lash and as time passed her yelping turned to a deeper moaning, almost of pleasure rather than pain. Her sex was dribbling as well, a fact that didn’t escape my attention causing confusion on my part as to why that was happening. Surely this was painful, wasn’t it?
When I reached the designated number of twenty-five lashes, I stopped and let out a sigh of relief, glad that this ordeal was finally over. Margaret was slumped over the desk totally exhausted, her flesh quivering uncontrollably as she sobbed from the pain.
Lady Habersham was smiling broadly as she looked upon her daughter. I was about to hand the flogger back to my mistress and leave, thinking that I had done my duty and done it well, when I heard her say, “Now, turn her around and give her 25 more to her front side.”
My jaw must have dropped as I couldn’t believe my ears. I was saved from rebuke only by the excited pleas of Sarah Anne, “I’ll do it mom! Oh please, let me turn her around!”
Her Ladyship’s smile broadened, obviously pleased at her eldest daughter’s willingness to lend a hand. “Okay, precious, you may do the honors but don’t let her get away and be sure tie her really well as this will hurt her even more.”
“Yes MUMMY!!!”
I opened my mouth and was about to say something hoping to dissuade her from continuing this debacle, but before I could even manage a single word, Lady Habersham remarked, “You have done well, Gerald. I was particularly impressed with your enthusiasm in delivering the blows to her backside . . .” She then paused grinning at me and added, “as well as with your obvious arousal through it all . . . nicely done, young man, nicely done.”
I looked down and to my horror my erection was quite obvious and worse yet, a small wet circle had formed darkening the fabric of my trousers at the location of the tip of my penis. There was no denying I had gotten some sexual pleasure in delivering the punishment. I was too embarrassed to make a plea on Margaret’s behalf so I just stood there waiting for Sarah Anne to finish. My aroused state slowly subsided at the thought of being “caught out” by my mistress like that. Despite my humiliation, it could have been worse, however. Lady Habersham could have sacked me for such an emboldened and perverted display in front of those who were socially superior. I would have to be more careful in the future. My only hope was that poor Margaret had not heard her mother’s comments.
“HOW’S THIS?” Sarah Anne asked.
“VERY nice . . . you’ve done a PERFECT JOB!”
I turned around and to my surprise I saw Margaret tied spread eagled on the top of the desk, her arms pulled as wide as possible almost reaching to each corner and her legs spread apart in an equally obscene fashion. Despite my best attempt at preventing another embarrassment, my penis quickly rose to its full extension as I looked between the young girl’s legs.
“What do you think, Gerald? Can you work with that?”
I merely nodded my head and then meekly asked, “Where exactly does my mistress wish me to deliver the 25 blows, divided equally on her thighs, perhaps?”
“Heaven’s no . . . although, come to think of it, that is a good idea, okay, give her 10 each on her upper thighs and 25 on her lower belly between her womanly hair and her belly button.”
Before I knew what I was saying, I let slip, “Gee, she must have done something really bad to merit such cruel and inhumane torture. I just can’t imagine . . .”
The expression on Lady Habersham’s face grew stone cold and her eyes narrowed to the smallest of circles. “One more impudent outburst like that young man and I’ll have you castrated, your balls fed to the dogs and then have you dumped into the bogs surrounding the estate to die a horrible death. No one will ever find your body. And don’t think I can’t do it either. Is that clear?”
The boldness shocked me to no end. Never had I ever thought to hear such language from a Lady. “I’m truly sorry, your Ladyship. I’m just overwhelmed and I lost my head. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
She continued to stare at me with a cold and icy stare for some time before her expression softened to a smile again. “Okay, proceed Gerald. See if you can redeem yourself by making this next set even more remarkable than your first.”
In her new position Margaret could see everything, and worse yet, I could see the fear and stress on her face and in her eyes. Still her naked form was doing a number on my hormones and the threat from my mistress of castration was all that I needed to continue on. I placed the flogger across her right upper thigh and gently bounced it in place against her leg a few times before raising my arm to its full extent and bringing it down with all my force upon her upper thigh. The moaning from Miss Margaret coupled with the almost surreal laughter from her mother and older sister sent chills up my spine. Like before, thin stripes began to rise from deep within her flesh.
I applied the ten requested lashes to each leg and then turned my attention to her pelvis. Her mother had been right. The first lash to this region caused her to grimace as her body went limp and her eyes rolled back into their sockets. It scared me so much that I had to look to Lady Habersham for guidance as to whether or not I should continue. Of course, she beckoned me onward with the flick of her wrist and I proceeded to deliver the remaining strokes. When I had finished, I awaited my next instruction.
“Untie her and let me see the results,” Lady Habersham instructed Sarah Anne. Once she was untied Sarah and I held the poor girl up so my mistress could inspect her markings. Once again there were no breaks in the skin or bleeding but the areas lashed were of bright red and I could feel the heat from her backside as she rested against me during her inspection.
“Once again, Gerald, you’ve done well. As a reward I will let you attend to her wounds. There is a pitcher and basin of water on the table over there to cool her skin along with a fresh linen towel. You’ll also find some lotion to apply afterwards to soothe her skin.” She then smiled an evil grin and looked me directly in the eyes and said slyly, “Feel free to wash ANY part of her that you think needs attention.” She then turned to her eldest daughter and said simply, “Come along my dear, it’s time for your music lesson.”
The two women left the room without so much as a thought about the condition of the younger daughter.
I felt horribly uncomfortable about being left alone without a suitable chaperone in the private chambers of the family with this naked girl – especially in view of the not-so-veiled invitation to have my way with her. People were known to get hanged for getting caught like this. Still the poor girl’s skin needed tending so I helped her to the desk again and laid her flat along the top. I soaked the linen in the water and proceeded to gently wipe away each area so afflicted by my cruel discipline.
After several minutes of this attention, Margaret spoke for the first time. “You are most kind, sir. Thank you. I’m surprised that my mom left you see to my well-being. She usually doesn’t.”
I was shocked. “You mean you’ve been punished this way before?”
“Sometimes, but it wasn’t always this way though. When I was younger . . . those were happy times. Then after I became a teenager, my mom’s attitude towards me changed. It’s as if I can’t do anything right anymore.”
“Why?”
Margaret moaned as I must have rubbed a little too hard on a sensitive raw area of her belly.
“I’m so sorry. Please, you must know that I mean you no harm. I do hope you won’t hold it against me.”
The young girl didn’t answer. She just laid there almost exhausted.
Something wasn’t right here and things just didn’t add up and in all likelihood weren’t as they appeared. I just had to find out why her mother treated her so. What I eventually found out surprised me completely.
To The Manor, Chastened – Part 3
By: Hooked6
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To The Manor, Chastened – Part 3 (Reluctant Exhibitionism, Spanking and Discipline)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
After attending to Miss Margaret’s wounds the best I could, I left her alone and naked, still sobbing from her ordeal and quietly went back to my duties. Later that night, I am ashamed to say, found me masturbating to what had happened earlier that day and my orgasm was very intense. Afterward however, extreme guilt kept me awake the rest of the night. It was fortunate for me that my duties the next day were light; otherwise I might not have made it through the day as tired as I was. Why was I haunted by images of this beautiful girl? The wrenching of my conscience at times was almost unbearable.
Several weeks passed before my next summons to the Manor House. When I arrived in the conservatory at the rear of the house as I had been instructed to do, I found four girls in the company of Lady Habersham: the resplendent Sarah Anne, two more unfamiliar girls also magnificently adorned who appeared about the same age as Sarah Anne and finally the rather plainly dressed Margaret, whose unfashionable garment noticeably clashed when compared with the others.
The conservatory was a beautiful room lined with glass on three sides from floor to ceiling to allow ample sunlight in to encourage the growth of the many lush plants and greenery that decorated the cheerful room. The more I saw of this mansion, the more powerful I realized Lady Habersham was.
“Come in Gerald. I’m so glad you are here. I don’t believe you know the youngest daughter of Lady Sexton, do you? Gerald, this is Elizabeth Marie Hollingsworth-Sexton, a playmate and friend of Sarah Anne’s. She’s visiting with us today along with her sister, Lady Susan.”
I couldn’t remember a coach arriving earlier that day and I wasn’t asked to attend to a horse so it surprised me that we had visitors. What puzzled me all the more was why I had been summoned in the first place. It was most odd that Lady Habersham would request my presence just for social introductions. Everyone, however, including Miss Margaret seemed to be in a most jovial mood so the foreboding of my previous encounters with Lady Habersham and her daughters was not present on this occasion.
Her Ladyship explained to her guests how reliable and professional I was in performing my duties and how capable I was in attending to her stock. She complimented me most graciously about my skill with horses and how pleased she was that she could count me when needed that I soon found myself beaming at her adulation in front of these obviously honored visitors. Lady Habersham even offered me a glass of lemonade which was totally inappropriate and violated the unwritten protocol of those in service mingling with upper class. Still, I accepted her hospitality silently and walked around the room with the girls as her Ladyship explained the various flora and fauna that adorned the room. It was quite apparent that she took great pride in her exotic plants and was eager to show them off. Everyone was at ease and seemingly having a good time. My uneasiness at being treated almost as if I were part of the family soon vanished under the grace and charm of my mistress.
Though I didn’t contribute anything to the conversation, as convention forbade me to do so, I was enjoying myself immensely and was grateful for the opportunity to get to know the family better. I contented myself with just listening and tried to blend into the background so that my presence wouldn’t be seen as awkward. Lady Habersham seemed the perfect host and my opinion of her changed just observing her allure and personal magnetism.
Then it happened.
Almost without warning Lady Habersham paused in the middle of a sentence about roses and turned to me and announced, “Gerald . . . I’m bored.”
I was taken aback and didn’t know what to say so I stood there silently. The pleasant expression on her Ladyship’s face turned dark and depressed in an instant.
“In fact, Sarah Anne, Elizabeth and I are ALL bored. We need something to liven up the mood around here, don’t you think girls?” The two visiting girls broke into smiles and eagerly nodded their heads in agreement. Margaret, on the other hand had a look of confusion.
“I know,” said Lady Habersham to the oldest girls, “Let’s have Gerald here whip the little wretch Margaret here. That would be fun, don’t you think?”
“YEAH!” the older girls shouted gleefully with horrid smiles on their faces. “Can we watch?”
“OF COURSE you can watch, you silly girls. Gerald, do your stuff.”
The once amicable and playful expression on Miss Margaret’s face immediately changed to a look of fear. I, too, had been taken aback as this turn of events was so sudden and so unpredictable that it had taken me completely by surprise. I had no idea what her Ladyship specifically wanted of me so I just stood there looking for some idea of what to do.
“Oh . . . that’s right, I forgot.” Lady Habersham said rather sarcastically. “Poor Gerald here, like all good servants, needs constant direction.” Her remark was meant to be degrading and it made the older girls giggle as they looked at me with disdain.
Lady Habersham motioned for me to follow her and led me near a corner of the large room where a long, thick rope was dangling from the ceiling. I hadn’t noticed it before and it seemed odd that something like that would have been installed in such a place, but there it was.
“Tie Margaret’s hands to this rope and make absolutely sure she can’t get free.”
“Yes, my Lady,” I answered and nervously went to fetch her youngest daughter who by now was visibly shaking. Gone was any pretext of administering a deserved punishment for some misdeed or unruly behavior. Any attempt at assuaging my conscience was impossible. What I was about to do was purely for the enjoyment of her Ladyship and was nothing more than cruel sadistic torture, yet my body and its hormones were responding in direct conflict with my better judgment as I felt myself clearly getting aroused by the situation I found myself in.
I took hold of the apprehensive younger daughter and obediently led her to the dangling rope and tied her hands above her head in a most secure fashion as I had been instructed to do. I then turned around awaiting further direction. The atmosphere in the room was highly charged and seemed almost palpable as her Ladyship drew out the entire proceeding, clearly to increase the anxiety of all present – especially poor Miss Margaret, whose eyes were once again filled with panic and fear and something else that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Oh my . . . what shall we do today, hmmmmm?”
Sarah Anne wasn’t at a loss for ideas or words. She most enthusiastically exclaimed, “STRIP HER!”
The refined and most demure Elizabeth Marie let out a nervous laugh as she obviously had not been expecting that possibility. It didn’t take her long, however, to join the chorus and echoed Sarah’s plea, “Yeah, Strip her!” The gleam in Elizabeth’s eyes was unmistakable. Though she might not have expected such a turn of events, she definitely was eager to see this played out and watch the humiliation of poor Miss Margaret.
“You heard them Gerald, Strip her.”
Miss Margaret lowered her head in shame as she knew what I had to do and prepared herself for the inevitable. Like before, I dispensed with any attempt to fiddle with the buttons and clasps of her attire and proceeded to forcefully rip apart her clothing, much to the delight of the girls, and soon the bound daughter was completely naked before a giggling audience of mocking women. It must have been so embarrassing for this girl to be forced to stand naked in front of her friends. Being seen naked by her sister and me, a mere servant was one thing; but being seen that way by one of her peers, someone that she would undoubtedly see at more formal occasions was quite another! It seemed so degrading, which I’m sure is what her Ladyship was trying to achieve. Much to my surprise the redness of my previous beating had completely disappeared. There was no trace whatsoever of the cruel punishment the flogger had inflicted on the body of this most beautiful creature. Instead, her skin was once again soft and supple, which clearly had an effect on my penis, much to my chagrin. Sarah Anne and Elizabeth noticed too as I caught one of them pointing out my condition to the other.
Her Ladyship disappeared for a moment and then returned handing me the now familiar flogger. I retrieved the implement from my mistress and began studying it wondering just how and where I was to use such a thing.
I didn’t have to wait long. “Whip her breasts, Gerald. Whip them hard.”
“How many lashes, my Lady?”
“Whip her till I tell you to stop. Whip her fast and furious.” She said with bone-chilling laughter, to which the young girls seemed pleased to hear.
I took the funny-looking whip-like implement and lifted it in the air. I mentally tried to gauge the distance from which I had to stand in order to deliver a sufficient blow to the chest of this young lady. It seemed such a pity to mark what could only be described as truly the ethereal example of perfect teats. Just as I was about to swing it for the first time, Lady Habersham interrupted me, ‘Let me caution you, Gerald, to make your effort most extreme. If I even THINK you are taking it easy, well, you already know what I will do to you, don’t you?”
I swallowed hard and nodded my head. Lifting the familiar whipping implement even higher I called upon my arms to summon all their strength and I let fly with the leather, which swooshed through the air landing a most horrid blow to the bosom of this lovely girl causing her to scream in agony. Instead of one stripe appearing upon her body in the aftermath of my lashing, numerous red lines appeared. It was as if I had already whipped her a dozen times, each piece of leather finding its spot on her delicate skin.
“MARVELOUS!” Lady Habersham exclaimed obviously pleased with my effort. “Do it again and again.”
I let the whip fly striking her left breast and then her right. In an effort to spare poor Miss Margaret the worst of the pain I really tried to avoid striking her nipples, but the design of this horrid whip made that all but impossible. It seemed the more I tried to miss her nipples, the more directly I lashed them. The pain I was inflicting was almost too much for the unfortunate creature to bear.
“FASTER, Gerald, FASTER!!”
I increased my speed hoping against all odds that her Ladyship would relent and command me to cease. Just when I was about to let fly yet another strike upon her chest, I saw Margaret’s eyes widen as if she spotted something behind me that she feared even more than my punishing lashes. I couldn’t help but turn around to see what she was looking at as did the other women present.
“Oh, look, Elizabeth,” Lady Habersham remarked, “It’s your twin brother Thomas Edward. Do come in, my boy, you’re just in time to watch the fun!”
The presence of the teenage boy seeing her this way – naked and being beaten about her breasts totally mortified Miss Margaret. I could see it in her face. There was no mistaking the fact that having a boy see her naked body was utterly humiliating to the poor girl and she struggled like crazy to free herself from the rope that held her fast so she could flee.
“What’s the matter dear, don’t you like Thomas seeing you nude? I’m sure he doesn’t mind, do you, Thomas?”
The boy had the grin of a Cheshire cat upon his face as came towards us to get a closer look. “No ma’am, I don’t mind at ALL!”
Margaret increased her struggling in a desperate attempt to get away. I surmised that this was the first time any boy her age had seen her naked. She was definitely in panic-mode.
“Oh, stop your struggling, you silly girl. You might as well get used to it. This is nothing compared to what he’ll see in a few minutes,” her mother remarked slyly causing Miss Margaret to emit an ear-piercing scream.
“Gag her, will you Sarah? I don’t want to hear that all afternoon. Use some of her dress there.” The elder Sarah eagerly ran and retrieved a long strip of cloth and stuck it between her lips and tightly tied it around her head. “There . . . that’s better. Continue Gerald.”
I felt bad for the girl but I feared her Ladyship as much as anyone and did as I was told. The first strike made Thomas Edward laugh out loud. He too was as amused by all this as was his twin sister. After another ten minutes of whipping, her breasts were severely reddened and bleeding from numerous stripes. “That’s enough Gerald. Now for the best part . . .”
I wondered to myself what more hideous things she had in mind just to give her pleasure. I didn’t have to wait long. “Untie her Gerald and take her that potting table over there.” I looked behind me and there was indeed a small glass table which was quite filthy, being covered in dust and dirt from the gardener’s labors earlier in the day. Once again, I did as I was told and released the girl’s bonds, after which Margaret immediately used her hands to cover herself as I led the girl to the table.
“Lay her on her back, Gerald, and secure her like Sarah Anne had done last time. You remember, don’t you, Gerald?” I nodded my head and hoisted the girl into my arms and up onto the table.
Margaret resisted a little when I pulled her arms up over her head to secure them at each corner, but eventually gave in and allowed me to do my job. When it came to separating her legs, however, she put up a bitter struggle and I was unable to pry them apart. The girls laughed at the sight of what was going on. They knew all too well what Margaret feared most – exposing her sex to Thomas Edward, and they were only too happy to help out. “What’s the matter, Maggie? Afraid Thomas will see what a slut you are?” Sarah Anne quipped through her laughter. Both girls rallied around the table and pulled, and twisted as Margaret squirmed and struggled desperately to keep her legs together as her mother stood back and laughed until the poor girl began to weaken.
With the guest’s help I was finally able to separate the legs as Margaret protest screams echoed through the muffled gag. Thomas laughed hysterically as he pointed out what he could now see as Margaret shook her head from side to side in a vain attempt to free herself. Her sex was wetter than I had ever seen it which made absolutely no sense to me.
Once she was totally secure, I wasn’t prepared for what I was instructed to do next.
“Whip her hard, Gerald, right between her legs. Whip her sex, man. Whip it so that it will be so sore she won’t be tempted to play with herself ever again.” The poor girl blushed profusely as she looked around the room. Her mother’s remark obviously had some truth in it.
“Maggie plays with herself?! Oh, that’s rich! Wait until I tell the guys at the polo club!” The young boy mocked. The mother was obviously doing everything she knew to do to humiliate her unlucky daughter.
“DO IT, Gerald. Get on with it man!”
I took the whip and let it fly, lashing her right on her clitoris.
“FASTER!” Her Ladyship yelled.
I flailed the whip faster and faster striking between her legs squarely each time. Soon her Labial lips were red and swollen. The more the poor girl suffered the more her audience laughed. What a sick family this was, I thought to myself. Eventually my mistress commanded me to stop and took the whip from me, much to my relief. At last this ordeal was over.
“Thomas, would you like to try?” Lady Habersham asked of her guest.
“COULD I?”
“Why of COURSE you can. She won’t mind, will you Margaret?” The younger daughter nodded her head violently as best she could which only made everyone laugh. Her Ladyship handed the boy the whip and he studied it carefully. His first lash was awkward and missed its intended target striking her instead on the left upper thigh.
“Is that the best you can do?” Elizabeth asked mockingly. “I thought you played Polo?”
“I’m just warming up. Watch this!” The boy then let go with a whopper of a strike, landing perfectly between Margaret’s legs. “How’s THAT?”
After another 20 lashes, he quit and handed the whip back to her Ladyship, leaving the girl bleeding from her sex.
“Oh goodness,” her Ladyship said pleasantly, “It’s time for high tea. Be a dear, Gerald, and untie her and see to her. I’m sure you know what to do. Take her to her room and clean her up properly.” She then gave me a wild look with a smirk on her face and added, “I’m sure THIS time you’ll have a little fun, won’t you?” I couldn’t mistake her obvious hint that she knew I had to clean some most personal areas which she felt would lead me to take unfair advantage. What did she want me to do, rape the poor creature?
“Yes, my Lady,” I dutifully replied.
The group left and I carefully untied my charge and helped her off the table.
“I’m so sorry, Miss. Please believe I had no choice. Are you okay?”
Margaret stifled back her sniffling and let out a meek, “Yes. I think I can make it.”
She shunned an attempt by me to get what was left of her clothes to cover her body and told me to just get her to her room. She seemed too weak to make it on her own so I helped her along the way. She managed to climb the two flights of stairs, though we had to stop several times for her to rest. Upon reaching her room on the top floor, I carefully laid her upon her bed and brought a bowl and pitcher to her bed-stand. “I won’t embarrass you further by doing as your mother instructed. I’m sure you can manage.” I looked at her tenderly for a moment and then added somewhat angrily, “Look, I’m not really a bad guy, you know. I hate doing this. I have no choice!”
Margaret looked at me silently with a blank expression. I was sure she didn’t believe me. As I turned and was about to leave, she said, ‘I know. You’d best do as mummy instructed. I wouldn’t put it past her to come back unexpectedly. If she doesn’t find you here doing your job, you’ll be in for it. Besides, I’m done in. I can hardly move as it is.”
I took the linen cloth and soaked it in the cool water of the basin and began soothing her wounds. To my utter shame I must admit a certain thrill to touching such intimate spots but seeing the damage I had caused made me feel even worse.
“Why do you stay?” I asked probingly. “Isn’t there some other relative that would take you in?”
By: Hooked6
Synopsis: A servant at Stonewall Manor is reluctantly forced to act as disciplinarian to Her Ladyship’s two daughters. Most punishments appear to be carried out merely to amuse their mother whenever she is bored, evolving into humiliating public spectacles. What is really going on and why is Her Ladyship acting in such a way? The answer might surprise you and is based loosely on a historical incident.
To the Manor, Chastened
By: Hooked6
Copyright January 2011 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
To The Manor, Chastened (Reluctant Exhibitionism, Spanking and Discipline, Historical fiction)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
(Author’s note: To Anna G. My inspiration)
As the coachman for Lady Habersham at Stonewall Manor in Ashbury, my duties varied widely. I enjoyed my job for the most part, except for one task for which I was neither well-suited nor did I take any pleasure in. But I had no choice in the matter. Times were hard in Victorian England and positions of this stature were very difficult to come by, especially for a young lad of 24 with little education or social status. I was proud of what I had accomplished in life and was grateful for the level of comfort that my present situation afforded me. But all was not well and the memories of what I did to the young daughter of the mistress of the house haunt me to this day.
Lady Habersham, a well-regarded and influential member of the Aristocracy, was widowed early into her marriage and through a complicated legacy, her husband left her very well situated financially along with two daughters only a year apart. The eldest daughter, Sarah Anne Elizabeth, a few months shy of turning 20 at the time of my employment, was clearly favored by my mistress. Her younger sister known only as Margaret was treated almost as an outcast by her mother. It was as if Margaret’s presence was an imposition on her life, something to be endured rather than to take pride in. At 18, Margaret was very pretty, much more so than the highly favored, more refined older sister, Sarah Anne Elizabeth, which perhaps contributed to her mother’s disdain for her youngest daughter.
The manor had many servants and our duties and station were clearly defined. The Butler was the most regal of all of us and usually was the only one to directly approach or to have any interaction with the Lady of the Manor. The only exceptions to this rule occurred in the strictest line of duty like her ladyship’s personal maid. Traditionally in the Manor a mere coachman would never be seen “upstairs” in the formal area of the house nor would he ever talk with Lady Habersham let alone enter her private quarters. But Lady Habersham had given me a new duty which challenged convention and the normal order of things. It was not something I aspired to do; rather I was pressed into service and had little choice in the matter. You see I was appointed Manor House Disciplinarian, a titular role supplanting that of her former husband.
It all happened thus. I had been employed for approximately two months attending to the horses and carriage-works of the Manor. I enjoyed my work and I especially liked the fine uniform that I wore when transporting her Ladyship on her journeys from the estate into town. The uniform alone commanded a certain respect among the townsfolk and tradesmen whenever I was on duty. On this particular day I was out in the carriage house giving her Ladyship’s coach a good polishing when the Butler came out and excitedly told me, ‘Look sharp, man! Her Ladyship wishes to see you in the sitting room in 10 minutes! Get a move on will you. Get cleaned up and into your formals. You mustn’t keep her Ladyship waiting!”
I was shocked that I had been summoned into the formal chambers of the house. I dashed to my room, cleaned myself up as best that I could on such short notice and donned my uniform and nervously made my way “upstairs.” I just knew that I either must have done something terribly wrong or that something out of the ordinary happened and I was needed to run an important errand. The Parlor Maid announced me, “Gerald, the Coachman, my Lady.” With that the maid left leaving me standing at the entrance to the Parlor.
“Ahhh . . . good. Please, do come in. Gerald, is it?”
“Yes, your Ladyship. Gerald. . . though I am unworthy of such familiarity. My Sir Name is Patterson, mum.”
I noticed standing before me towards the back wall of the room was the freshly turned18-year-old, younger daughter, Margaret, who seemed obviously distraught about something. Margaret never wore the ultra-fine clothes like her elder sister and was usually seen in more plain and simple attire. I later discovered that was her mother’s doing, not some preference on the daughter’s part for simpler garments.
Her ladyship looked me over for several moments without saying a word which reinforced my fear that I must have done something wrong or that she was displeased with my work in some way. Her constant scrutiny made me feel very uncomfortable. Lady Habersham had a powerful personality and a commanding presence. Whenever she spoke, she did so with authority and people seldom ever questioned her. As she walked around me and continually looked me over, she muttered softly as if to herself but loud enough that I could hear, “Such a strong and virile young man you are.” Her comment made me blush and I lowered my gaze to the floor not daring to answer. After several moments she walked away from me and began silently fiddling with some object on the credenza along the wall. Suddenly she turned to me and said in an overly pleasant and sugary tone, “You like working here, don’t you Gerald? I mean you are treated well-enough?”
“Yes, ma’am, I like my job very much. The estate is beautiful and the blood stock of your horses is second to none. I couldn’t be happier.” My comment seemed to please my mistress as she smiled softly.
“Good . . . very good,” She remarked clearly pondering something as she continued to fiddle with her trinket on the desk. “Gerald, I have a special job that requires a strong man who can follow directions to the letter. Do I have the right man . . . Gerald?”
Her continued use of my first name only in addressing me made me most uncomfortable. “Yes, I believe so your ladyship. I will certainly do my best at whatever it is you would have me to do.”
“Excellent! That’s just what I want to hear. Loyalty is an important thing in service, don’t you think? I need to know that I can count on my servants to act on my instructions without fail, never questioning, never arguing.”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“I knew I could count on you and I’m sure you won’t let me down.” Her pleasant demeanor then suddenly changed in an instant. She quickly extended her arm and pointed her finger menacingly at the girl cowering in the back of the room and said in a harsh tone, “My daughter has displeased me and she MUST be punished. I want YOU, Gerald, to do that for me.”
“ME, your Ladyship?! But I don’t know what to . . . I mean I have never done . . . “
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, Gerald. I’ll tell you what to do. Now, go and fetch my daughter and bend her over that ottoman there.”
“Mother . . . PLEASE . . .” The young girl pleaded as much from embarrassment as from fear.
“ENOUGH!” The mother commanded and the girl began whimpering softly as if she knew what was about to happen. “GO ON, Gerald, get on with it!”
I nervously walked over to the girl and took her politely by the hand as if I was helping her out of my coach and slowly led her across the room towards the ottoman. Mercifully the girl didn’t make me force her to bend over. Instead the young girl knelt down in front of the furniture piece on her own and gently laid her body over it, almost as if she had been made to do this sort of thing before. Once the girl was in place I looked over at her Ladyship and she was waving a wide piece of leather, about 4 inches wide and perhaps 20 inches long attached to a slender wooden handle. She extended her hand holding the leather strap and said, “Take this.” I obeyed her instructions and retrieved the article from her hand. It looked as if it had been freshly oiled and well-maintained.
Lady Habersham began smiling from ear to ear as if she was quite pleased about something. “Now, lift up her skirt and drape it over her back and then pull down her pantaloons to the floor. I want her to feel the strap on her bare backside.”
“MOTHER! Please . . . NO! Not in front of HIM!!” The daughter said in a panic and began squirming as she lay across the cushions as if she wanted to run away, but she dared not do so.
“DO IT!” her ladyship commanded me, ending all speculation that she might be swayed to change her mind.
I swallowed hard and my heart began beating faster. I had conflicting emotions running through my head. I was about to see this beautiful girl’s naked bottom for the first time and my baser instincts told me that this was indeed something that was exciting! I could feel myself getting aroused by the very thought of what I must do. The girl may have been only 18, but despite how she was dressed, her body was highly developed and most delightfully put together. My conscience, however, made me realize that I was about to inflict pain to this poor fearful creature and that was something that I was not cut out for.
I could see in my mistress’s eyes that she meant business so I too dared not cross her. She WAS the girl’s mother after all. Surely knew what was best for her daughter. Who was I to challenge her? I walked over to the girl and slowly began lifting the long but simple skirt above her knees ultimately exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
“HIGHER.” Lady Habersham directed.
Once I had finished, I reached for her white cotton pantaloons and carefully began lowering them to the floor. My heart skipped a beat when the crack of her ass came into view and then it began pounding uncontrollably when her soft and delicate butt cheeks became exposed. SHE WAS GEORGIOUS! The sight before me was better than I could have imagined! When her undressing was complete, I stood up and looked at the mistress of the house.
“I want you to give her 25 HARD slaps with that strop. Make her count them out loud.”
I nodded my understanding and firmly gripped the piece of leather in my right hand. As I looked down, I saw tears welling up in Margaret’s eyes and she gazed at me pleadingly. My heart was immediately filled with pity. I swung the strap and it slapped against the poor girl’s backside causing her to flinch as she whimpered, “One”.
“Is THAT the best you can do?” Lady Habersham asked sarcastically. “Put some muscle into it! If I had wanted a wimpy beating, I would have done it myself!”
“But your Ladyship, that will surely leave bruises and might really injure her.”
“Are you challenging me? I thought you said you LIKED working here. If you don’t do as I say I’ll discharge you from my employ and see to it that you never work in service again – ANYWHERE.”
I bit my lower lip and raised my arm and let the strap fly. The leather slapped her butt really hard and caused miss Margaret to yelp in agony, “Two.”
Clearly still disappointed with my last effort Lady Habersham shook head and warned, “This is your last chance young man. You had better make it a good one! I have no time for people who fail to follow my instructions.”
I loved my job and as much as I empathized with the poor young girl lying prostrate before me, I had to do what I was told. One just didn’t argue with one’s betters. Once again, I raised my arm this time as high as it would go and called upon the full force that my muscles could give and flailed that strap against her naked flesh with all my might. The resulting slap echoed loudly throughout the massive Parlor surprising even me, who had been expecting the worst. Miss Margaret screamed at the top of her lungs and then began crying in earnest which sent chills up my spine. I looked over at Lady Habersham expecting to see her affected by her daughter’s suffering but instead I saw what could only be described as delight!
“EXCELLENT, Gerald, Excellent! That’s just what I wanted. Now give her 22 more just like that!”
I thought twenty-two more? Surly she would never survive such a trashing. I could tell, however, that my mistress was serious so I had no choice. As I looked at the girl who was now gazing into my eyes as she sobbed, I silently mouthed “I’m sorry,” and then commenced to give her the remaining blows. The look she gave me was almost as if she understood and was resigned to her fate. She just laid there and took it, screaming in agony with each stroke.
When I was finished, Lady Habersham directed her daughter to tuck the back of her dress into the belt around her waist and stand against the wall with her hands on top of her head, her deeply reddened and bare behind exposed for all to see. Much to my surprise the skin of her backside had not been broken for which I was deeply grateful. I hate to admit it, but seeing the sight of this charming young girl, her naked flesh quivering from the pain I had just inflicted gave me an instant erection. What was I, some kind of sadist, I wondered?
“Gerald. I am most pleased,” Lady Habersham said as she pulled on the bell pull to call for the Butler. When Jeeves, the Manor’s Butler and Major Domo entered the room, her Ladyship made an announcement. “Henceforth, The Coachman, Gerald, will be regarded as Stonewall Manor’s House Disciplinarian for my family. He is to be given all courtesy and privileges accorded with his new duties, including access to all the Upstairs areas as may be necessary. He will serve at my pleasure wherever and whenever I need him without interference. Is that clear?”
The look of shock on the Butler was immediate and overwhelming. Clearly this was most irregular! Her Ladyship went on to explain that I was now responsible for the discipline of her daughters and that he was to provide whatever assistance I might need in discharging my duties.
“I’ll see to it, your Ladyship.” He replied humbly, gave a slight bow and then left the room.
As soon as the Butler had left, Lady Habersham began giggling as she gazed upon the reddened cheeks of her daughter’s backside. “You may go, Gerald,” she said as she made a dismissive motion with her hand as if she had no further use for me.
“Yes, My lady.”
As I was leaving the Parlor, Lady Habersham’s giggles turned into bone-chilling laughter. What had I gotten myself into, I wondered to myself?
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To The Manor, Chastened – Part 2 (Reluctant Exhibitionism, Spanking and Discipline)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
All seemed normal for the next several weeks and my job as Coachman occupied my time. I loved working with animals and the estate upon which I was attached offered breathtaking views. It was indeed a privilege to work here. When I thought of all those people living in squalor fighting for scraps of food in the congested cities, I realized just how fortunate I was. Still thoughts of what I had been made to do to poor young Miss Margaret continued to invade my mind. I found myself relishing the experience, lusting after her beauty and alternately condemning myself for taking part. I tried to console myself that I was only doing my job, as any good servant would do.
I had almost put the entire sad affair out of my mind when once again the Butler came to the carriage house telling me that her Ladyship had summoned me to the Manor House. I was to meet her in her private drawing room on the second floor. I hurriedly cleaned myself up as best I could, donned my formal apparel and made my way up to the second floor Drawing Room. I had a hard time finding it and had to ask not only the Scullery but the Parlor Maid as well for directions as I was totally unfamiliar with the sprawling mansion.
Upon entering the room and being announced by her Ladyship’s personal attendant, I saw young Miss Margaret once again cowering meekly in the back corner of the room and her resplendent, older sister Sarah Anne Elizabeth, grinning from ear to ear as if she had just gotten away with stealing the cream from the larder.
“Thank you for being so prompt. Gerald,” Lady Habersham said again in her sugary-sweet tone that seemed so hollow. “I have a job for you.” Her smile belied her real intentions as I knew she wanted me to punish one of her daughters. From the differences in body language I could only presume it was Miss Margaret once again.
“Yes, your Ladyship, how may I serve you?”
As different as night is from day, her facial expression instantly changed as she pointed to her youngest and said in an authoritative, somewhat contemptuous voice, “SHE needs to be punished.” Her remark caused Sarah Anne to laugh out loud, almost mocking her little sister. She was clearly excited by the prospect. “And THIS time there will be no holding back.”
I nodded my head in understanding and stood there awaiting instructions. Clearly growing impatient with my lack of action, Lady Habersham sighed, “Oh that’s right, you are new at this and need to be told what to do. Very well, Gerald, remove her clothing.”
“Ma’am? All of it?”
“Yes . . . that’s right. Strip her. She doesn’t deserve any modesty when she’s being punished. Besides . . . it amuses me.”
I couldn’t believe what I was being asked to do. She wanted me to totally disrobe this innocent but amazingly beautiful girl right in front of her sister and me, a male. I suspected her mother thought that me, being rather young myself, would add to her humiliation as part of her punishment. Still, young men back then NEVER did anything like that to a proper woman and certainly not with the mother’s blessing. I felt my cock stirring beneath my uniform and hoped that it wouldn’t be too noticeable. I couldn’t help but replay in my mind her mother’s words over and over again, “Besides . . . it amuses me,” as I made my way over to the shy and visibly nervous girl.
I brought Miss Margaret to the center of the room and began the arduous task of trying to unbutton the copious amounts of buttons and clasps that held the poor girl’s garment in place. This was a new experience for me and I was certainly not proficient enough in lady’s apparel to do the task quickly. In fact, I had no idea whatsoever as to what I was doing, not being familiar with ladies’ garments at all – something that clearly amused her ladyship.
“Oh, for heaven’s sakes . . . stop messing about and just rip that damn thing off of her. You ARE strong enough to do that aren’t you?” Her Ladyship said sarcastically. Her words cut me to the quick and caused Miss Margaret to blush profusely as her eyes widened in disbelief at what her mother had just said.
I took hold of the top half of her simple, all-in-one dress at the neck line and began pulling it apart with all my might, causing the girl to gasp. To my surprise, and everyone else’s as well, the garment ripped easily down to the poor girl’s waist, exposing the flimsy white petticoat that covered her breasts. I knelt down and, grabbing another hand full of dress material, yanked once more ripping the fabric completely in two all the way to her ankles. I let the material drop unceremoniously to the floor. Margaret was visibly shaking as I grabbed the neckline of her petticoat and began to pull. This fabric tore easier than her dress and the I gave the same treatment to her slip which soon had her standing topless before everyone in the room. I put my fingers into the waist band of her pantaloons and quickly slid them down to the floor and then lifted each of her legs causing her to step out of them. I was sure if I had been meant to remove her stockings but I took the liberty of removing them as well lilting each of her legs one at a time which afforded me the most marvelous view of her charms which I tried carefully not to react to in any way. I then stood back and looked at the sight of this beautiful naked creature before me.
Sarah Anne was laughing almost in hysterics at seeing her sister naked as I looked on. Margaret tried to cover herself with her arms to preserve her modesty but her mother would have none of that and made the poor girl stand with her hands at her sides. It struck me as odd as I looked at both the girls together, that Sarah Anne felt herself to be so superior to her younger sister. Clearly Margaret had been blessed with all the physical attributes that would make any healthy male lust after her while Sarah Anne was as plain and ordinary looking as many of the villagers in the towns surrounding the estate. Only the accident of birth elevated Sarah Anne to such a lofty status. After a few moments of staring at the naked beauty before me, I looked at her mother for an indication as to her wishes.
“I think today . . . let’s see . . .” she mused as she walked around the room obviously playing at building suspense for the already quite anxious girl. “Yes . . . today we shall use,” she said pausing for effect . . . “the flogger.”
As she spied the short-handled object with numerous thin pieces of leather protruding from one end that her mother was holding in her hand, Margaret’s eyes widened, almost as large as Shilling coins, “I think 25 would be appropriate. Don’t you, Gerald?” I merely nodded as there was no way I was going to challenge her Ladyship’s instructions. “Bend her over that desk there.”
I took the girl’s hand and began leading her over to the desk. As I did so, being careful not to be caught, I whispered softly into her ear, “I’m really sorry about this. I truly feel just awful. But I have no choice.” The girl looked up at me with her soft, tear-filled eyes as if to say, “I understand.” I had no way of knowing for sure that’s what she was trying to tell me, but that’s how I took it. I felt that a bond had formed between us as she stood there for a moment, naked and baring her soul to me in unspoken words. I only hoped that she had not noticed the bulge in my trousers that reflected my body’s reaction to what I was about to do.
Bending her over the desk and spreading her legs apart as I was instructed to do, I couldn’t help but notice that she was now exposing her sex and anal orifice to everyone in the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight. Her labial charms were indeed almost like a magnet forcing my eyes to focus on them and only them, disregarding everything else, including the task at hand. Her sex was wet and glistening which totally confused me. I was brought back to reality when I heard the words, “You may begin now, Gerald.”
Taking the cane, I took a few forceful practice swings through the air a couple of times to gage its flexibility. The sound of the flogger swishing as I swung it aimlessly caused Margaret to clench her butt cheeks tightly each time in anticipation of a blow that did not come. Seeing this reaction by her daughter made Lady Habersham giggle and she praised my ingenuity in tormenting her daughter.
I did this a few more times before finally landing a fierce blow across her rear end. Margaret cried out in pain and almost immediately numerous noticeable thin stripe pink stripes began to appear on her bottom, faintly at first but growing redder and more obvious in just a few seconds. I swished the fogger harmlessly in the air again this time making the girl almost jump up from the desk in fright.
“Tie her down,” Lady Habersham instructed her eldest daughter. “Use some of the strips of fabric from her dress.”
“Yes mom!” Sarah Anne replied excitedly almost ecstatic to be given a small part in tormenting her sister as she ran over to the pile of clothing and selected what appeared to her to be strips of appropriate length.
“No please . . . don’t . . . don’t tie me down. I won’t move, I promise!” Margaret pleaded with her mother and she tried to maintain her position over the desk. Her mother silently indicated to me with her hand to apply the flogger to her backside so I let another quite forceful blow landing across the left cheek of her buttocks taking Margaret totally by surprise.
“SILENCE . . . You, impudent girl! There will be NO TALKING during punishment.”
The girl just whimpered as her sister began tying her arms to the supporting legs of the desk followed by her ankles in the same manner. In order to tie her ankles to the desk, Sarah Anne had to spread her sister’s legs even farther apart, accentuating Margaret’s sex even more than it previously had been, something that didn’t go unnoticed by me and in which I took great albeit inappropriate delight.
“There, now . . . that’s better. You may begin again, Gerald.”
I took my time, in part so as to draw out my pleasure at both looking at the girl’s bottom as well as in inflicting the punishment that was required of me. I must confess that deep down part of me didn’t really want this to end too soon. I rationalized my actions and tried to soothe my conscience by trying to tell myself that I was only taking my time to let the unfortunate girl rest and try and recover her composure before another slicing blow fell across her naked flesh. Each fly of the flogger deepened the reddish color to her backside. Then curiously, I couldn’t help but notice that Margaret had started to slide her pelvis against the desk with each fly of the lash and as time passed her yelping turned to a deeper moaning, almost of pleasure rather than pain. Her sex was dribbling as well, a fact that didn’t escape my attention causing confusion on my part as to why that was happening. Surely this was painful, wasn’t it?
When I reached the designated number of twenty-five lashes, I stopped and let out a sigh of relief, glad that this ordeal was finally over. Margaret was slumped over the desk totally exhausted, her flesh quivering uncontrollably as she sobbed from the pain.
Lady Habersham was smiling broadly as she looked upon her daughter. I was about to hand the flogger back to my mistress and leave, thinking that I had done my duty and done it well, when I heard her say, “Now, turn her around and give her 25 more to her front side.”
My jaw must have dropped as I couldn’t believe my ears. I was saved from rebuke only by the excited pleas of Sarah Anne, “I’ll do it mom! Oh please, let me turn her around!”
Her Ladyship’s smile broadened, obviously pleased at her eldest daughter’s willingness to lend a hand. “Okay, precious, you may do the honors but don’t let her get away and be sure tie her really well as this will hurt her even more.”
“Yes MUMMY!!!”
I opened my mouth and was about to say something hoping to dissuade her from continuing this debacle, but before I could even manage a single word, Lady Habersham remarked, “You have done well, Gerald. I was particularly impressed with your enthusiasm in delivering the blows to her backside . . .” She then paused grinning at me and added, “as well as with your obvious arousal through it all . . . nicely done, young man, nicely done.”
I looked down and to my horror my erection was quite obvious and worse yet, a small wet circle had formed darkening the fabric of my trousers at the location of the tip of my penis. There was no denying I had gotten some sexual pleasure in delivering the punishment. I was too embarrassed to make a plea on Margaret’s behalf so I just stood there waiting for Sarah Anne to finish. My aroused state slowly subsided at the thought of being “caught out” by my mistress like that. Despite my humiliation, it could have been worse, however. Lady Habersham could have sacked me for such an emboldened and perverted display in front of those who were socially superior. I would have to be more careful in the future. My only hope was that poor Margaret had not heard her mother’s comments.
“HOW’S THIS?” Sarah Anne asked.
“VERY nice . . . you’ve done a PERFECT JOB!”
I turned around and to my surprise I saw Margaret tied spread eagled on the top of the desk, her arms pulled as wide as possible almost reaching to each corner and her legs spread apart in an equally obscene fashion. Despite my best attempt at preventing another embarrassment, my penis quickly rose to its full extension as I looked between the young girl’s legs.
“What do you think, Gerald? Can you work with that?”
I merely nodded my head and then meekly asked, “Where exactly does my mistress wish me to deliver the 25 blows, divided equally on her thighs, perhaps?”
“Heaven’s no . . . although, come to think of it, that is a good idea, okay, give her 10 each on her upper thighs and 25 on her lower belly between her womanly hair and her belly button.”
Before I knew what I was saying, I let slip, “Gee, she must have done something really bad to merit such cruel and inhumane torture. I just can’t imagine . . .”
The expression on Lady Habersham’s face grew stone cold and her eyes narrowed to the smallest of circles. “One more impudent outburst like that young man and I’ll have you castrated, your balls fed to the dogs and then have you dumped into the bogs surrounding the estate to die a horrible death. No one will ever find your body. And don’t think I can’t do it either. Is that clear?”
The boldness shocked me to no end. Never had I ever thought to hear such language from a Lady. “I’m truly sorry, your Ladyship. I’m just overwhelmed and I lost my head. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
She continued to stare at me with a cold and icy stare for some time before her expression softened to a smile again. “Okay, proceed Gerald. See if you can redeem yourself by making this next set even more remarkable than your first.”
In her new position Margaret could see everything, and worse yet, I could see the fear and stress on her face and in her eyes. Still her naked form was doing a number on my hormones and the threat from my mistress of castration was all that I needed to continue on. I placed the flogger across her right upper thigh and gently bounced it in place against her leg a few times before raising my arm to its full extent and bringing it down with all my force upon her upper thigh. The moaning from Miss Margaret coupled with the almost surreal laughter from her mother and older sister sent chills up my spine. Like before, thin stripes began to rise from deep within her flesh.
I applied the ten requested lashes to each leg and then turned my attention to her pelvis. Her mother had been right. The first lash to this region caused her to grimace as her body went limp and her eyes rolled back into their sockets. It scared me so much that I had to look to Lady Habersham for guidance as to whether or not I should continue. Of course, she beckoned me onward with the flick of her wrist and I proceeded to deliver the remaining strokes. When I had finished, I awaited my next instruction.
“Untie her and let me see the results,” Lady Habersham instructed Sarah Anne. Once she was untied Sarah and I held the poor girl up so my mistress could inspect her markings. Once again there were no breaks in the skin or bleeding but the areas lashed were of bright red and I could feel the heat from her backside as she rested against me during her inspection.
“Once again, Gerald, you’ve done well. As a reward I will let you attend to her wounds. There is a pitcher and basin of water on the table over there to cool her skin along with a fresh linen towel. You’ll also find some lotion to apply afterwards to soothe her skin.” She then smiled an evil grin and looked me directly in the eyes and said slyly, “Feel free to wash ANY part of her that you think needs attention.” She then turned to her eldest daughter and said simply, “Come along my dear, it’s time for your music lesson.”
The two women left the room without so much as a thought about the condition of the younger daughter.
I felt horribly uncomfortable about being left alone without a suitable chaperone in the private chambers of the family with this naked girl – especially in view of the not-so-veiled invitation to have my way with her. People were known to get hanged for getting caught like this. Still the poor girl’s skin needed tending so I helped her to the desk again and laid her flat along the top. I soaked the linen in the water and proceeded to gently wipe away each area so afflicted by my cruel discipline.
After several minutes of this attention, Margaret spoke for the first time. “You are most kind, sir. Thank you. I’m surprised that my mom left you see to my well-being. She usually doesn’t.”
I was shocked. “You mean you’ve been punished this way before?”
“Sometimes, but it wasn’t always this way though. When I was younger . . . those were happy times. Then after I became a teenager, my mom’s attitude towards me changed. It’s as if I can’t do anything right anymore.”
“Why?”
Margaret moaned as I must have rubbed a little too hard on a sensitive raw area of her belly.
“I’m so sorry. Please, you must know that I mean you no harm. I do hope you won’t hold it against me.”
The young girl didn’t answer. She just laid there almost exhausted.
Something wasn’t right here and things just didn’t add up and in all likelihood weren’t as they appeared. I just had to find out why her mother treated her so. What I eventually found out surprised me completely.
To The Manor, Chastened – Part 3
By: Hooked6
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To The Manor, Chastened – Part 3 (Reluctant Exhibitionism, Spanking and Discipline)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
After attending to Miss Margaret’s wounds the best I could, I left her alone and naked, still sobbing from her ordeal and quietly went back to my duties. Later that night, I am ashamed to say, found me masturbating to what had happened earlier that day and my orgasm was very intense. Afterward however, extreme guilt kept me awake the rest of the night. It was fortunate for me that my duties the next day were light; otherwise I might not have made it through the day as tired as I was. Why was I haunted by images of this beautiful girl? The wrenching of my conscience at times was almost unbearable.
Several weeks passed before my next summons to the Manor House. When I arrived in the conservatory at the rear of the house as I had been instructed to do, I found four girls in the company of Lady Habersham: the resplendent Sarah Anne, two more unfamiliar girls also magnificently adorned who appeared about the same age as Sarah Anne and finally the rather plainly dressed Margaret, whose unfashionable garment noticeably clashed when compared with the others.
The conservatory was a beautiful room lined with glass on three sides from floor to ceiling to allow ample sunlight in to encourage the growth of the many lush plants and greenery that decorated the cheerful room. The more I saw of this mansion, the more powerful I realized Lady Habersham was.
“Come in Gerald. I’m so glad you are here. I don’t believe you know the youngest daughter of Lady Sexton, do you? Gerald, this is Elizabeth Marie Hollingsworth-Sexton, a playmate and friend of Sarah Anne’s. She’s visiting with us today along with her sister, Lady Susan.”
I couldn’t remember a coach arriving earlier that day and I wasn’t asked to attend to a horse so it surprised me that we had visitors. What puzzled me all the more was why I had been summoned in the first place. It was most odd that Lady Habersham would request my presence just for social introductions. Everyone, however, including Miss Margaret seemed to be in a most jovial mood so the foreboding of my previous encounters with Lady Habersham and her daughters was not present on this occasion.
Her Ladyship explained to her guests how reliable and professional I was in performing my duties and how capable I was in attending to her stock. She complimented me most graciously about my skill with horses and how pleased she was that she could count me when needed that I soon found myself beaming at her adulation in front of these obviously honored visitors. Lady Habersham even offered me a glass of lemonade which was totally inappropriate and violated the unwritten protocol of those in service mingling with upper class. Still, I accepted her hospitality silently and walked around the room with the girls as her Ladyship explained the various flora and fauna that adorned the room. It was quite apparent that she took great pride in her exotic plants and was eager to show them off. Everyone was at ease and seemingly having a good time. My uneasiness at being treated almost as if I were part of the family soon vanished under the grace and charm of my mistress.
Though I didn’t contribute anything to the conversation, as convention forbade me to do so, I was enjoying myself immensely and was grateful for the opportunity to get to know the family better. I contented myself with just listening and tried to blend into the background so that my presence wouldn’t be seen as awkward. Lady Habersham seemed the perfect host and my opinion of her changed just observing her allure and personal magnetism.
Then it happened.
Almost without warning Lady Habersham paused in the middle of a sentence about roses and turned to me and announced, “Gerald . . . I’m bored.”
I was taken aback and didn’t know what to say so I stood there silently. The pleasant expression on her Ladyship’s face turned dark and depressed in an instant.
“In fact, Sarah Anne, Elizabeth and I are ALL bored. We need something to liven up the mood around here, don’t you think girls?” The two visiting girls broke into smiles and eagerly nodded their heads in agreement. Margaret, on the other hand had a look of confusion.
“I know,” said Lady Habersham to the oldest girls, “Let’s have Gerald here whip the little wretch Margaret here. That would be fun, don’t you think?”
“YEAH!” the older girls shouted gleefully with horrid smiles on their faces. “Can we watch?”
“OF COURSE you can watch, you silly girls. Gerald, do your stuff.”
The once amicable and playful expression on Miss Margaret’s face immediately changed to a look of fear. I, too, had been taken aback as this turn of events was so sudden and so unpredictable that it had taken me completely by surprise. I had no idea what her Ladyship specifically wanted of me so I just stood there looking for some idea of what to do.
“Oh . . . that’s right, I forgot.” Lady Habersham said rather sarcastically. “Poor Gerald here, like all good servants, needs constant direction.” Her remark was meant to be degrading and it made the older girls giggle as they looked at me with disdain.
Lady Habersham motioned for me to follow her and led me near a corner of the large room where a long, thick rope was dangling from the ceiling. I hadn’t noticed it before and it seemed odd that something like that would have been installed in such a place, but there it was.
“Tie Margaret’s hands to this rope and make absolutely sure she can’t get free.”
“Yes, my Lady,” I answered and nervously went to fetch her youngest daughter who by now was visibly shaking. Gone was any pretext of administering a deserved punishment for some misdeed or unruly behavior. Any attempt at assuaging my conscience was impossible. What I was about to do was purely for the enjoyment of her Ladyship and was nothing more than cruel sadistic torture, yet my body and its hormones were responding in direct conflict with my better judgment as I felt myself clearly getting aroused by the situation I found myself in.
I took hold of the apprehensive younger daughter and obediently led her to the dangling rope and tied her hands above her head in a most secure fashion as I had been instructed to do. I then turned around awaiting further direction. The atmosphere in the room was highly charged and seemed almost palpable as her Ladyship drew out the entire proceeding, clearly to increase the anxiety of all present – especially poor Miss Margaret, whose eyes were once again filled with panic and fear and something else that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Oh my . . . what shall we do today, hmmmmm?”
Sarah Anne wasn’t at a loss for ideas or words. She most enthusiastically exclaimed, “STRIP HER!”
The refined and most demure Elizabeth Marie let out a nervous laugh as she obviously had not been expecting that possibility. It didn’t take her long, however, to join the chorus and echoed Sarah’s plea, “Yeah, Strip her!” The gleam in Elizabeth’s eyes was unmistakable. Though she might not have expected such a turn of events, she definitely was eager to see this played out and watch the humiliation of poor Miss Margaret.
“You heard them Gerald, Strip her.”
Miss Margaret lowered her head in shame as she knew what I had to do and prepared herself for the inevitable. Like before, I dispensed with any attempt to fiddle with the buttons and clasps of her attire and proceeded to forcefully rip apart her clothing, much to the delight of the girls, and soon the bound daughter was completely naked before a giggling audience of mocking women. It must have been so embarrassing for this girl to be forced to stand naked in front of her friends. Being seen naked by her sister and me, a mere servant was one thing; but being seen that way by one of her peers, someone that she would undoubtedly see at more formal occasions was quite another! It seemed so degrading, which I’m sure is what her Ladyship was trying to achieve. Much to my surprise the redness of my previous beating had completely disappeared. There was no trace whatsoever of the cruel punishment the flogger had inflicted on the body of this most beautiful creature. Instead, her skin was once again soft and supple, which clearly had an effect on my penis, much to my chagrin. Sarah Anne and Elizabeth noticed too as I caught one of them pointing out my condition to the other.
Her Ladyship disappeared for a moment and then returned handing me the now familiar flogger. I retrieved the implement from my mistress and began studying it wondering just how and where I was to use such a thing.
I didn’t have to wait long. “Whip her breasts, Gerald. Whip them hard.”
“How many lashes, my Lady?”
“Whip her till I tell you to stop. Whip her fast and furious.” She said with bone-chilling laughter, to which the young girls seemed pleased to hear.
I took the funny-looking whip-like implement and lifted it in the air. I mentally tried to gauge the distance from which I had to stand in order to deliver a sufficient blow to the chest of this young lady. It seemed such a pity to mark what could only be described as truly the ethereal example of perfect teats. Just as I was about to swing it for the first time, Lady Habersham interrupted me, ‘Let me caution you, Gerald, to make your effort most extreme. If I even THINK you are taking it easy, well, you already know what I will do to you, don’t you?”
I swallowed hard and nodded my head. Lifting the familiar whipping implement even higher I called upon my arms to summon all their strength and I let fly with the leather, which swooshed through the air landing a most horrid blow to the bosom of this lovely girl causing her to scream in agony. Instead of one stripe appearing upon her body in the aftermath of my lashing, numerous red lines appeared. It was as if I had already whipped her a dozen times, each piece of leather finding its spot on her delicate skin.
“MARVELOUS!” Lady Habersham exclaimed obviously pleased with my effort. “Do it again and again.”
I let the whip fly striking her left breast and then her right. In an effort to spare poor Miss Margaret the worst of the pain I really tried to avoid striking her nipples, but the design of this horrid whip made that all but impossible. It seemed the more I tried to miss her nipples, the more directly I lashed them. The pain I was inflicting was almost too much for the unfortunate creature to bear.
“FASTER, Gerald, FASTER!!”
I increased my speed hoping against all odds that her Ladyship would relent and command me to cease. Just when I was about to let fly yet another strike upon her chest, I saw Margaret’s eyes widen as if she spotted something behind me that she feared even more than my punishing lashes. I couldn’t help but turn around to see what she was looking at as did the other women present.
“Oh, look, Elizabeth,” Lady Habersham remarked, “It’s your twin brother Thomas Edward. Do come in, my boy, you’re just in time to watch the fun!”
The presence of the teenage boy seeing her this way – naked and being beaten about her breasts totally mortified Miss Margaret. I could see it in her face. There was no mistaking the fact that having a boy see her naked body was utterly humiliating to the poor girl and she struggled like crazy to free herself from the rope that held her fast so she could flee.
“What’s the matter dear, don’t you like Thomas seeing you nude? I’m sure he doesn’t mind, do you, Thomas?”
The boy had the grin of a Cheshire cat upon his face as came towards us to get a closer look. “No ma’am, I don’t mind at ALL!”
Margaret increased her struggling in a desperate attempt to get away. I surmised that this was the first time any boy her age had seen her naked. She was definitely in panic-mode.
“Oh, stop your struggling, you silly girl. You might as well get used to it. This is nothing compared to what he’ll see in a few minutes,” her mother remarked slyly causing Miss Margaret to emit an ear-piercing scream.
“Gag her, will you Sarah? I don’t want to hear that all afternoon. Use some of her dress there.” The elder Sarah eagerly ran and retrieved a long strip of cloth and stuck it between her lips and tightly tied it around her head. “There . . . that’s better. Continue Gerald.”
I felt bad for the girl but I feared her Ladyship as much as anyone and did as I was told. The first strike made Thomas Edward laugh out loud. He too was as amused by all this as was his twin sister. After another ten minutes of whipping, her breasts were severely reddened and bleeding from numerous stripes. “That’s enough Gerald. Now for the best part . . .”
I wondered to myself what more hideous things she had in mind just to give her pleasure. I didn’t have to wait long. “Untie her Gerald and take her that potting table over there.” I looked behind me and there was indeed a small glass table which was quite filthy, being covered in dust and dirt from the gardener’s labors earlier in the day. Once again, I did as I was told and released the girl’s bonds, after which Margaret immediately used her hands to cover herself as I led the girl to the table.
“Lay her on her back, Gerald, and secure her like Sarah Anne had done last time. You remember, don’t you, Gerald?” I nodded my head and hoisted the girl into my arms and up onto the table.
Margaret resisted a little when I pulled her arms up over her head to secure them at each corner, but eventually gave in and allowed me to do my job. When it came to separating her legs, however, she put up a bitter struggle and I was unable to pry them apart. The girls laughed at the sight of what was going on. They knew all too well what Margaret feared most – exposing her sex to Thomas Edward, and they were only too happy to help out. “What’s the matter, Maggie? Afraid Thomas will see what a slut you are?” Sarah Anne quipped through her laughter. Both girls rallied around the table and pulled, and twisted as Margaret squirmed and struggled desperately to keep her legs together as her mother stood back and laughed until the poor girl began to weaken.
With the guest’s help I was finally able to separate the legs as Margaret protest screams echoed through the muffled gag. Thomas laughed hysterically as he pointed out what he could now see as Margaret shook her head from side to side in a vain attempt to free herself. Her sex was wetter than I had ever seen it which made absolutely no sense to me.
Once she was totally secure, I wasn’t prepared for what I was instructed to do next.
“Whip her hard, Gerald, right between her legs. Whip her sex, man. Whip it so that it will be so sore she won’t be tempted to play with herself ever again.” The poor girl blushed profusely as she looked around the room. Her mother’s remark obviously had some truth in it.
“Maggie plays with herself?! Oh, that’s rich! Wait until I tell the guys at the polo club!” The young boy mocked. The mother was obviously doing everything she knew to do to humiliate her unlucky daughter.
“DO IT, Gerald. Get on with it man!”
I took the whip and let it fly, lashing her right on her clitoris.
“FASTER!” Her Ladyship yelled.
I flailed the whip faster and faster striking between her legs squarely each time. Soon her Labial lips were red and swollen. The more the poor girl suffered the more her audience laughed. What a sick family this was, I thought to myself. Eventually my mistress commanded me to stop and took the whip from me, much to my relief. At last this ordeal was over.
“Thomas, would you like to try?” Lady Habersham asked of her guest.
“COULD I?”
“Why of COURSE you can. She won’t mind, will you Margaret?” The younger daughter nodded her head violently as best she could which only made everyone laugh. Her Ladyship handed the boy the whip and he studied it carefully. His first lash was awkward and missed its intended target striking her instead on the left upper thigh.
“Is that the best you can do?” Elizabeth asked mockingly. “I thought you played Polo?”
“I’m just warming up. Watch this!” The boy then let go with a whopper of a strike, landing perfectly between Margaret’s legs. “How’s THAT?”
After another 20 lashes, he quit and handed the whip back to her Ladyship, leaving the girl bleeding from her sex.
“Oh goodness,” her Ladyship said pleasantly, “It’s time for high tea. Be a dear, Gerald, and untie her and see to her. I’m sure you know what to do. Take her to her room and clean her up properly.” She then gave me a wild look with a smirk on her face and added, “I’m sure THIS time you’ll have a little fun, won’t you?” I couldn’t mistake her obvious hint that she knew I had to clean some most personal areas which she felt would lead me to take unfair advantage. What did she want me to do, rape the poor creature?
“Yes, my Lady,” I dutifully replied.
The group left and I carefully untied my charge and helped her off the table.
“I’m so sorry, Miss. Please believe I had no choice. Are you okay?”
Margaret stifled back her sniffling and let out a meek, “Yes. I think I can make it.”
She shunned an attempt by me to get what was left of her clothes to cover her body and told me to just get her to her room. She seemed too weak to make it on her own so I helped her along the way. She managed to climb the two flights of stairs, though we had to stop several times for her to rest. Upon reaching her room on the top floor, I carefully laid her upon her bed and brought a bowl and pitcher to her bed-stand. “I won’t embarrass you further by doing as your mother instructed. I’m sure you can manage.” I looked at her tenderly for a moment and then added somewhat angrily, “Look, I’m not really a bad guy, you know. I hate doing this. I have no choice!”
Margaret looked at me silently with a blank expression. I was sure she didn’t believe me. As I turned and was about to leave, she said, ‘I know. You’d best do as mummy instructed. I wouldn’t put it past her to come back unexpectedly. If she doesn’t find you here doing your job, you’ll be in for it. Besides, I’m done in. I can hardly move as it is.”
I took the linen cloth and soaked it in the cool water of the basin and began soothing her wounds. To my utter shame I must admit a certain thrill to touching such intimate spots but seeing the damage I had caused made me feel even worse.
“Why do you stay?” I asked probingly. “Isn’t there some other relative that would take you in?”