It was two days later and Ruby had heard nothing more from the master other than a nod of acknowledgement when he passed her. She had done as she was told and had taken scissors to her mound. The result was very short but it itched and she was not sure she would get used to it, but the master had ordered it and her mother had told her to be a good girl and always do as the master wished.
She had an afternoon off, a rarity for her and she was walking around the grounds in the autumn sunshine, a book 'borrowed' from the masters library hidden in the large pocket of her skirt. She wandered the vast grounds and found herself in front of the hay barn. She sat on a log and started to read her book. As she sat and read in the warm sunshine she became warmer and warmer. Looking around to make sure no one was around, she lifted her skirt to her knees and let the sunshine on her young legs.
She continued reading and found her eyelids growing heavy. Holding her precious book against her chest she leaned back and closed her eyes. Sleep soon overcame her and she dozed and dreamt. Her dreams were vivid, of the day the master had taken her on the table, her excitement remembered in her dreams.
The afternoon moved on and Ruby continued to drowse, the autumn sun bathing her exposed face and legs.
A shadow fell over her face and she came to slowly. Shielding her eyes as she opened them she found the master standing in front of her, wearing riding boots and carrying his whip, his jacket over his arm. She stood quickly and the book fell to the floor. Dropping a quick curtsey she bent to pick up the book.
"Good afternoon Ruby," said the Master holding out his hand.
"Good afternoon Sir," Ruby replied extending her trembling hand with the book in it. He took the book from her and looked at it, recognising it as a book from his library. He looked up at her and Ruby quickly lowered her eyes to the ground. "This is my book is it not?" he asked her. With a shaking voice Ruby answered that it was.
"Well I have not given it to you, neither have I given you permission to borrow it. I can only surmise then that you have stolen it." The master looked at her accusingly.
"Oh no Sir, I would never ..." Ruby started to protest.
"SILENCE," he roared.
Ruby stood trembling as the master stared at her. "Stealing is going to earn you a dismissal."
"Oh no Sir, please. I will do anything. Please do not dismiss me, my mother ..." Ruby was unable to finish her sentence, unable to face the prospect of it.
Her master continued to watch her, taking in her thin, worn dress, her long dark hair and her bright green eyes. Her small breasts strained against the material of her dress and he noticed that the skirt was short, showing off her shapely ankles, ankles that were, on this occasion, bare. She stood trembling while he surveyed her, deciding what to do.
"Come with me," he commanded and started to walk towards the hay barn. Ruby turned and followed her master as he walked into the gloom. He stopped and surveyed the interior of the barn, looking around for a suitable place in which to punish Ruby. At the far end of the barn was a ladder up to the hayloft.
He climbed the ladder, ideas racing through his mind, sending the blood coursing to his cock. He stood in the loft and looked around, crossing the floor to open the small window in the end gable to let in the mid afternoon sun. Turning around he saw a large chain hanging from one of the beams with a large ring on the end.
He walked to the edge of the floor and looked down. "Ruby come up here, bring that length of rope," he said and turned to look again at the surroundings. Walking over to the chain, his footsteps were muffled by the hay on the floor. He pulled on the ring, satisfied himself that it was strong and looked at the position of the hay bales lying around as Ruby's head appeared at the top of the ladder.
He marched over and held his hand out. The last thing he needed was for her to fall, questions would be asked. She took his hand and clambered the last few rungs to the top. Standing breathless she surveyed her surroundings wide-eyed.
"Take off your dress girl," the master said. Ruby knew that she had no choice but to obey and started to unbutton her dress. The master wanted to rip it open but watched impatiently as she stepped out of it. She stood in her pants, not having worn a bodice today, shivering slightly in the cool air and clasped her hands in front of her, pushing her small breasts together.
The master felt a familiar stirring in his pants as he looked at her. "Come here girl, give me your arms." She walked over to him and held out her arms. He crossed them over at the wrists and tied them together. Then he walked her to the chain and threaded the rope through it, tying it. Looking up he found there was a hook at the side of the chain and he climbed some of the hay bales there, pulled up the chain and, when Ruby's arms were over her head, he hooked the chain up. He then climbed down again and stood in front of her.
Ruby stood with her head down, her nipples erect on her small, pert breasts. He walked to her and undid each tie for the leg of her long pants and watched as they fell to the floor. Standing back he noticed she had done as ordered and trimmed her mound. He could now see the skin of her pale body through the now-thinned pubic hair.
"Now Ruby, I should dismiss you for theft. But, I have given it consideration and have decided to punish you instead."
