This chapter is a little more BDSM orientated...if that's not your thing then please move on. If it is, then please enjoy.
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It was a month or so after her husband's death that Helena had gone down to the cellar in search of James, who she was told was checking the wine stocks. Not finding him initially she had explored further to the back of the wine cellar until she came across a stout wooden door. She had thought she could hear noises but couldn't quite place them until she put her ear to the door. Through the door she had clearly heard cries of pain, but also, she thought moans of pleasure. She had hammered on the door with her fist,
"Open this door immediately!" she had called.
She had heard bolts being pulled back and the door opened slightly. A flushed looking James had appeared in the gap, his eyes opened wide in shock.
"Your ladyship!" he gasped, "I can explain..." He didn't get the chance as Helena pushed her way in through the door.
There in the middle of the room was a metal frame, with padded leather on the top. But on top of that Helena had seen a naked Lucy, her wrists tied out in front of her, her knees and ankles secured to the frame. This resulted in her arse being raised and exposed, it was now a very pink looking backside criss-crossed with red welts.
"What the hell is going on here!" she had cried out. "What the hades are you doing to my maid! I didn't sanction any punishment!"
Lucy had looked over her shoulder, "Ma'am this isn't a punishment." she sobbed, "please don't dismiss either of us."
James had stepped in, "it's rather delicate Ma'am, you see your late husband used to enjoy 'punishing' the girls on the staff. He also occasionally entertained lady friends with an enjoyment of this sort of thing when you were away in London." He had waved his hands around the room as he spoke, "So, he had this room built and then commissioned Jones in the village to make these frames. Sometimes he would deliver the punishment himself, other times he would watch me administer. The latter was particularly the case with his lady friends from above stairs shall we say."
Helena had tried to calm down, "OK I knew my husband liked to play with the staff and other ladies of our acquaintance shall we say, but nothing like this," she had gasped, "but he has been in the ground for three months why are you doing this still!"
Lucy had sobbed once more, "Ma'am I am ashamed to say that although it was horrible at first when his Lordship first punished me, I started to enjoy it and watching him get so aroused. I missed it, so I begged James to continue punishing me occasionally. Please don't tell anyone my Father would die of shame!"
"I can see I am going to have to think very carefully on this," Helena had said softly.
At this point her mind had wandered back to the very early days of her marriage when her new husband had put her over his knee and spanked her arse for missing one of his friends of a dinner party invitation list. Whilst it had been extremely embarrassing, she also found it rather arousing. Judging by the lump in his breeches so had her husband, but he must have used that arousal on one of the maids.
"Continue with what you were doing before I knocked," she had announced, "I want too see just how much you do enjoy it Lucy."
For the next half an hour she had watched transfixed as James explained what he was doing, the various techniques with hands, whips, canes, leather paddles. Helena's arousal had grown the more she watched Lucy squirm and moan with pleasure under James administrations until finally Lucy came loudly and violently bucking on the frame. Tenderly James released and held her close, whispering in her ear as she slowly returned to normality. Helena had not felt so aroused in many years, it was as if a part of her mind had suddenly come to life. She had then reached up and started to unlace her bodice,
"Lucy, undress me I want to experience this first hand," she announced, "but if either of you breathes a word of this I will dismiss you and have your families thrown off the estate do you understand!"
For the next hour the prim and proper Lady Helena Mountfort had been degraded, punished, aroused and tortured by her butler and maid. But she had loved every minute of it, behind the pain was a pleasure such as she had never experienced. As she recovered, and Lucy helped her back into her clothing she had spoken quietly.
"As I said earlier, this will never be spoken of outside of the three of us. I will look to experience this again occasionally and will summon you accordingly James to discuss the wine cellar."
It was the start of a bizarre and exhilarating new relationship with two of her closest below stairs staff.
"Your Ladyship if you will follow me, there is a more discrete exit back to the Master bedchambers," Lucy had whispered, "You look a little flushed to be wandering the main house Ma'am."
As they had exited the chamber and James locked the door, Lucy pulled a handle on the wall of the cellar and a door opened in the stone wall. They entered a stone stairwell with Lucy leading the way with a candle from the chamber.
"I believe it was built into the original house design Ma'am as an escape route. Somewhere down here is a tunnel that leads away into the woods by the lake, although I have never found it myself."
Eventually they found themselves behind a wooden panel, Lucy slid back a piece of wood to reveal a spyhole.
She had beckoned Helena forwards, "see your Ladyship, there is your chambers." Another lever was pulled, and they stepped into the daylight of her bedchamber. "If you remember Ma'am, this was his Lordships room," explained Lucy, "but you had us move your furniture in here as it had the better views of the grounds. Do you remember me insisting the wardrobes looked wrong against this wall?"
Helena had laughed, "I do indeed, and I am grateful you did. I could never have come through the house looking like this!" As the door closed Helena turned to Lucy, "Right you little strumpet I need the lowdown on everything that has happened in this house and who I can trust!"
Lucy had then gone on to explain that besides herself and James, the village blacksmith was aware of the chamber and it's use, he had also participated there occasionally. "He's hung like a bloody donkey," she giggled, "if you don't mind me saying Ma'am." She had then explained there were a further three maids, the new cooks assistant and four of the valets who had been involved in his Lordships extra-marital activities, although none of them knew of the chamber in the cellar. They had purely been involved in parties with his Lordship and certain guests. "Quite a few of the ladies who visited whilst you were away Ma'am had a penchant for being fucked by the servants in front of his Lordship."
Helena had been taken aback at this, "Give me names," she demanded.
Lucy stuttered, "I only knows one of them Ma'am, an that was Lady Charlotte. Her that's married to the Lord who prefers men to women if you knows what I mean."
This rocked Helena, she knew Lady Charlotte's husband was a bit of a dandy, but she hadn't realised he was that way inclined. Charlotte was one of her closest friends and confidantes. "How innocent I really am," she thought to herself, "Charlotte and I are going to have a lengthy discussion I think! No wonder she was so keen to have me attend the theatre nights and soirees to improve our social standing in London, then claiming she was too ill to attend! I am also going to have to get to know that blacksmith a little better!"
As her mind jumped back to the present, the pleasure from the cellar was something she fully expected to experience once again as she descended the stone steps down into the cold cellars with James and Lucy. As James unlocked the door to the room with the key he kept around his neck, Lucy stepped through and lit the candles around the chamber. As James slid the bolts home to lock the door she turned to him,
"James I have been very very naughty and need to be punished!" as she spoke she undid her riding jacket and dropped the leather harness to the floor, then took of the jacket and loosened her skirts letting them fall around her ankles. She was revealed to both James and Lucy in her undergarments covered in sooty handprints, as was her pale skin.
"No guesses as to who you have been playing with then!" giggled Lucy.
James took on a stern tone. "You will be quiet girl!" he ordered, "Now undress this harlot and secure her to the frame over there, nice and tight mind you, don't want her wriggling free." he instructed.
Once again Helena found herself stripped down to just her riding boots and silk stockings. The frame he had pointed to was one Helena had not experienced before, it was a large wooden X with leather cuffs on each limb. Lucy steered her Mistress to the frame,
"Facing in or out Sir?" Lucy enquired.
"Out I think to start with. Oh, and put that blindfold on her whilst you are at it."
In a few moments Lucy had adjusted the cuffs to new positions on the frame, so they were in just the right position to secure Helena's wrists and ankles.
"Now strip yourself girl, leave nothing on." ordered James.
Helena eyed Lucy's body lasciviously as it was revealed, desperately hoping to play with it later if time permitted.
"Now blindfold the harlot," repeated James. Suddenly Helena's eyes were covered with a soft leather mask and she could see nothing besides the flicker of the candles around the edges of the mask.
The loss of her vision just seemed to heighten the rest of her senses, she could hear James and Lucy moving around her, sense the wafting of air as they passed close to her. The cold air of the chamber raised goose bumps on her skin, her nipples puckered hard. She felt the touch of soft leather against her breast, a shiver ran through her body. In her mind she could visualise the item on her skin, it was a riding crop. Just then as her mind visualised it, it struck her breast.
"Fuck!" she cried out.
James barked in response, "Naughty harlots will remain silent when they are punished, or it will be worse for them! Do you understand"
Helena sucked in her breath, "Yes Sir." she responded.
"What are you?" he asked.
"A harlot Sir, a naughty harlot!" she responded.
"That you are," replied James.
The crop caressed her bare skin then flicked again on her breast. This time Helena managed to stifle the cry of pain.
"Much better," laughed James, "much better indeed!"
Then the painful flicks continued in quick succession, over her breasts, down her stomach, up and down her thighs. Then one landed on the lips of her pussy, she couldn't hold back and cried out in pain and shock.
"You better kiss that better Lucy," instructed James.
Helena stifled a moan of pure ecstasy as Lucy's tongue flicked along her tender pussy lips. Every time she moaned, James landed more hits with the crop. The combination of the darkness, pain and pleasure had Helena's mind lost in a haze.
Then she felt James hands on the buckles around her wrists.
