The following story is in 10 parts and is a sequel to a little tale I wrote called the Baroness' Seat of Power. For those who have read my other stories, this one gets a little more intense than some of my others. There is more actual forced sex and abuse. If you don't like that sort of thing, this is not a story for you.
Matilda Von Higgenpoof was miserable. It had been exactly a year since that awful evening when the butler had found her stuck under that secret trap door. And what a horrible year it had been. The Baroness reflected back on everything she'd endured for the past 12 months. Just thinking about it made her shudder. The worst thing, though, was that as bad as things had been, they would get much worse this evening. Frederick had told Matilda that they were going to host a special party to celebrate the anniversary of that night. All his friends from the village were coming. The baroness wanted to break down and cry. Matilda knew how many friends she had in the village and how much sympathy she was likely to get. Baroness Von Higgenpoof didn't know exactly what her husband had planned, but he had told her that it would be a night like none she had ever had. Matilda believed him and that's what she was scared of.
At that very moment, Baron Frederick Von Higgenpoof was hefting a pint of ale with his friends at the local festhaus. The good baron was making sure that everyone was coming to the party. All the men in the haus were drinking and laughing as Frederick told them the story of that night a year ago. They had all heard the story before, of course, but it still was the most popular tale in the bar. Every man in the town loved hearing of anything that took Matilda Von Higgenpoof down a notch or two. In fact, none of the women in town felt any better towards her. Frederick finished his tale and left his friends. He had to get back to his estate to see that everything was prepared for his guests. As he began the long walk back home, the Baron couldn't help smiling as he happily reflected back on the events of the previous year.
One year ago to the day, Frederick had left his home with the music of his wife's screams in his ears. He could still see Stephen smacking Matilda's huge behind with that board. The baron had laughed all the way to Lily's house. After he told Lily the entire story, both of them had a good laugh at Matilda's rear end's expense. But when the laughing was over, Lily asked him what he would do when he went home. Matilda would certainly demand that he punish the servants severely for her humiliation. Frederick would have to decide, once and for all, what he was going to do with his shrew of a wife.
Frederick started to tell the lovely Fraulein Freebush that he just wasn't going to concern himself with Matilda's actions. As long as he could do as he liked, the bitch could scream and yell all she liked. However, after a little reflection, Frederick realized that taking that position was no longer practical. If left to her own devices, Matilda would fire some his favorite servants. She might even have them arrested for assaulting a noblewoman. Frederick knew that the circumstances of that charge wouldn't matter, the consequences to the accused would be significant, if not fatal. No, Baron Frederick Von Higgenpoof was finally going to have to do something about the Baroness.
Lily and the Baron discussed the situation throughout the evening. Well, they discussed it in between other activities. By morning they had a plan. Lily would sell her property and move into the Baron's estate. Officially, of course, she would be hired as the manager and overseer of the estate. In actuality, she and Frederick would take charge of the baronial home and they would deal with Matilda together. His mind made up, Frederick headed home.
As soon as he walked in the door, he heard Matilda shrieking. He knew where the yelling was coming from, so Frederick headed upstairs. Sure enough, there was Matilda still stuck under the door. Her skirt and petticoats were raised to her waist and her knickers were down at her knees. Her enormous rump was wiggling around as Matilda yelled and struggled under the door. The Baron couldn't help laughing at that poor behind. It was incredibly red, with marks the shape of that board all over it. Frederick put his hand on that round bottom, and almost jerked his hand back it was so hot.
The moment Matilda felt the hand on her rear, she shrieked even louder. Dear God, they weren't going to begin working on her bottom again, were they? She just couldn't take it. Then, the weight of the door was lifted off her. Thank God!
After feeling the heat coming from Matilda's rear end, Frederick knew it was time to let her out. He lifted the door off is wife and waited for her to get up. It took a minute for Matilda to catch her breath, then she scrambled to her feet. Glaring at Frederick she reached down and pulled her knickers back up into place. Then she stormed out of the room.
Frederick followed her into her quarters. Matilda stomped into her room and sat down at her mirror. The baroness got up even faster. She shrieked at the top of her lungs and grabbed her behind. Frederick just laughed as he watched his wife rub her poor paddled bottom.
When she had gathered herself again, Matilda yelled for Stephen to bring her a brandy. When he arrived, Matilda told her husband to have his faithful butler arrested. Furthermore, Frederick was going to take all that gold out of that little room. She was going to put that money to use at court where it belonged.
The baron listened to Matilda's complaints and then asked her what Stephen had done. Matilda told him that he saw what he had done. Frederick had seen her condition when he found her. The baron told his wife that he would happily punish Stephen appropriately, but he needed to know exactly what had happened. How had the baroness become trapped in the first place? After all, Stephen certainly didn't drag her to the trap door.
Matilda snarled, telling him that part didn't matter. Frederick told her that it most certainly did. If the magistrate were to take any action, he would demand to hear the entire story. The angry woman stomped her foot and then told Frederick to follow her back to the other room. The huge woman pointed to the stick and told Frederick how she had become trapped when it came out from under the door. The baron told her that he didn't believe that stick would hold the door, and in any case, Matilda certainly wasn't strong enough to lift the door in the first place.
The baroness told Frederick to shut up! "You idiot, I used the board to pry the door up and then left it there to hold it open." Frederick told her that he still didn't believe it. She was going to have to show him exactly what she did.
Matilda couldn't believe it. She knew Frederick wasn't very bright, but dear God he was downright dense. Very well, she would show the simple idiot what had happened. The fat baroness grabbed the board and pried the door open with it. Then she propped in place. There, now even her stupid husband could see what happened.
Except, the baron still said he didn't understand. If she had the door propped open, how did she get trapped under it. After all, she could have just climbed down the ladder into the room.
