This is the second part. I strongly recommend you read the first part before starting on this one. There is strong fetish content so if you do not like that sort of thing, I suggest you look elsewhere.
All characters are well over the age of 18.
On Sunday, I rose early and let Irma into the house around 7am. She was accustomed to coming in every day, though her work on Sunday was usually restricted to clearing up in the kitchen and preparing breakfast and lunch.
She was a naturally conscientious individual. She'd lived in London over thirty years and had many of the characteristics her nation was renowned for, particularly promptness, efficiency and directness.
She was quite short, with a full bosom and normally wore a navy, sleeveless dress, her long blonde hair in a bun. She'd not been blessed with great beauty; her eyes were rather too far apart, and her chin was rather big. However, what she lacked in good looks she more than made up with other talents. She was a gifted cook, and a fully trained masseuse.
Whilst she made some strong coffee and unpacked the bread, she'd bought at the bakery the previous evening; I went into the study to check my email and attend to a little paperwork.
***
At 7.30 Irma knocked on the Study door to tell me my breakfast was ready. I joined her in the kitchen. The smell of the coffee and freshly warmed pastries greeting my nose with pleasure as I sat down at the table.
As I pulled an almond croissant apart, Irma retrieved a fresh chicken from the fridge and started preparing the stuffing for the Sunday roast. We exchanged a few pleasantries about my visit to the theatre. I was glad that Virginia had not stirred, it gave me the opportunity to talk to Irma about my initial thoughts of my new client and to brief her on what her tasks would be for the day ahead.
Irma seemed irritated when I described Virginia's behaviour of the previous day and suggested I should leave Virginia to her for a few hours. Irma had a strong dominant streak in her and was particularly adept with the cane...
I told her that would not be necessary for now, but I would bear her in mind if Virginia became particularly difficult.
By 8am, my breakfast complete, I was reclining in a steaming bath, and Irma was on her way upstairs to wake Virginia. Her task was to tell her to wash, dress and breakfast so as to be ready in the lounge to start our next session at 9 am.
***
Virginia was inevitably late. This time by six minutes, but late no less.
I sat waiting, updating my notes and formulating the plans I had for Virginia in the hours ahead.
Irma had earlier slipped in to see me; Virginia was eating her fruit and yoghurt. She wanted to report on how things had gone.
"Madam, I feel I must tell you that my initial impressions of this young woman are not good," she said with a clipped tone.
"I found her fast asleep with no night clothes on, and clear evidence that she had been smoking Cannabis last night," she exclaimed. "I think she is also very lazy. I observed her washing in your bathroom using the CCTV and she was as I think you say - slipdash at best and careless at worst."
"I think you mean slapdash Irma, but it doesn't matter, I know what you meant"
"She hardly cleaned herself at all and made no effort to empty her bowels Madam!" Irma's offence to this failure to maintain a strict regimen seemed disproportionate....
"I see Irma, I see," I said soothingly. "Well, I'm sure if she does move in properly for a couple of weeks, you'll be able to educate her in the benefits of a proper routine. You will take responsibility for her wellbeing..."
"Yes Madam, very good Madam, I will enjoy that very much and I will of course do my best for you!!"
"I know you will Irma, you always do. That is why you are such a great member of the team."
"Thank you, Madam," she said rather bashfully, and I detected a modest blush come to her cheeks in response to the approbation.
"I will go and get the woman now Madam, she is late," and with an almost military turn of the heel she was gone....
***
Virginia sat down in the sofa opposite mine, the low oak coffee table between us.
She was in jeans, a black ribbed vest and the grey cardigan I'd seen the night before.
"So, Virginia, I hope you slept well?"
"S'pose..." her voice petulant. She was clearly unhappy at such an early start on a Sunday.
"And did Irma provide you with an adequate breakfast?"
"Yeah, it were alright,"
"Was surely Virginia? Please speak properly."
"You knew what I meant, stop being so bloody exacting."
"Language. Do you want another punishment already?"
"You're a perve you are. Talking about punishments again. Didn't you get your kicks last night? I want to go home."
"Virginia stop it, stop it," I said raising my voice.
She stopped and sat sullenly, picking at her nails.
"Right, let's start again. I'm going to tell you what I want to accomplish today. I don't expect you to agree or even comment but I want it to be clear where I see the end point is. If we get there, you'll be taken home tonight. If we don't then at the very worst, you'll be home by tomorrow lunchtime. OK?"
"Doesn't matter what I think, Lavinia is paying you, so you'll do what she says innit?"
"That's not wholly true. I'm primarily doing this for you. It's true that your sister is paying the fees, but she's really worried about you, you need to help me here Virginia.
Today, I want to understand what your problems are. If you tell me then I may be able to help you."
"So why threaten to punish me then?"
"Everything you've told me about your relationship with Patty indicates that you like people exerting their authority over you. That's right isn't it."
"Well yes, Patty took care of me. She knew what was right for me. I felt secure, and I enjoyed it when she told me what to do."
"Like the piercings?"
"Yes, I got off on that big time. She loved 'em and that one in my clit is great. you should get one 'cos I bet you haven't got one. You're too fucking stuck up.
"Language!" I didn't respond to the taunt.
"And what about when she humiliated you in front of other people?"
"We used to laugh so much at all those boring staid people being shocked because I'd peed my pants. It was embarrassing when it was happening but so funny to look back on."
"And when did you do that?"
"Afterwards In bed of course. We used to have the hottest sex when I was filthy dirty."
"I see."
"No, you don't, you haven't got a clue what it's like to be so in love."
"But your treatment of that love was to fall into debt to the point that you couldn't pay it back."
"That was the drugs. Patty got me on drugs, and I stopped writing. My brain got messed."
"Yes, I'm glad you mentioned drugs. I've been told you smoked Cannabis in your room last night."
"So, what."
"So that's actually against the law and the rules of this house."
"Oh my, so hoity toity aren't you?
"You are heading for a come down Virginia."
"Who cares."
The next step was now clear to me, I needed to shake things up, so I pressed the small call button on the wall by the side of the sofa.
"OK so we've established that you like being submissive to someone else. Today, you will be doing exactly what I say. The only difference is that we're not in a relationship like you were with Patty."
"You're definitely a perve."
"Virginia enough. Every time you are abusive, use bad language and generally not cooperative, you will spend half an hour with Irma who will bring you to your senses. Do you understand?"
"She's a Dyke if ever I saw one," and right on cue Irma knocked on the door.
"Come in Irma."
Irma walked to the side of Virginia and stood looking down on her.
"Half an hour, Irma, as we agreed."
"What's going on?" Virginia asked, a definite nervousness in her voice.
"What's going on is that we're going to take a break for a little while. Irma will be taking you upstairs and giving you something to think about. When you come back down, I expect you to be better behaved."
Irma did not wait for my signal. She leant over, picked Virginia up, tossed her over her shoulder and left the room.
Between the shrieks and profanities "Put me down you ugly cow..." was the last I heard as Irma closed the door.
I decided to have a cup of tea.
***
Whilst I could have gone upstairs and watched Virginia being secured in the shower stall, and the subsequent paddling of her thighs and bottom I chose not to.
Having made my tea, I went to my computer and switch the surveillance cameras on to watch what Irma was up to.
Virginia was standing in the shower stall, naked. The jets of no doubt cold water were playing on her from all sides. She was screeching and shivering under the water. Her small nipples were beautifully erect from the cold water the gold bar of the pierced one clearly visible. Her skin was covered in goose bumps, but she really was a beauty even in this state. Irma reached in and killed the water and thrust a towel at the bedraggled Virginia. As she emerged from the stall and turned her back to the camera her bottom and thighs came into view. They were crimson red; a lovely even crimson red. Irma had not spared Virginia from the full attentions of the paddle but not bruised them either.
Virginia stood drying herself clearly still in some distress from her beating. Snot was dripping out of her nose and even after she dried her face the tears continued to run down her cheeks.
Holding them between her thumb and index finger, as if they were contaminated, Irma held out Virginia's panties. Virginia snatched them and pulled them on quickly.
"Dry yourself properly," bellowed Irma. "Do you want a yeast infection too?"
Virginia stopped pulling at the panties, which were now just above her knees, her pelt of chestnut fur still glistening with water drops. She picked up the towel and gently patted dry her bottom and thighs.
Irma looked on impatiently and when she had had enough of Virginia dallying about, she wrenched the towel out of her hands, picked Virginia up and positioned her on her lap legs akimbo on the edge of the bidet.
"I will dry your genitals," she said firmly and proceeded to rub the towel vigorously through Virginia's pubes and down between her legs. I momentarily worried that Irma had forgotten all the piercings, but she applied the right amount of force to be rewarded with a
"Ow that's hurting me you slag..." without doing any damage.
"There is too much hair here. I will enjoy removing it if I am told to," she retorted.
"I don't want it removed. You're a witch and a dyke you are," Virginia squealed loudly. "Leave me alone, I'm not a baby, I'll do as I like," and she wriggled free of Irma's clutches, yanked her panties up and grabbed her jeans.
"You will regret those words young lady, and if I have any say in it before this day is done,"
***
I decided a change of venue for the next phase of the interview was appropriate.
I went into the garden room which was bathed in morning sunshine. I pulled my grandmother's oak commode into the centre of the room, put a small table in front of it, and then manoeuvred the rattan sofa to face it and awaited their return.
