The History Society Ch 07

Chapter Seven

"I will leave you to discipline your maid in how to behave in future when asked to do something, Miss Amanda," said the butler and Emma watched, still strapped to the stool, as his tall figure strode over to the door and exited, carrying the fearsome implements which he had used on Amanda under one long arm. Emma strained her eyes up as far as she could, green meeting grey in a mute appeal for release but her mistress just chuckled and then walked, stiff-legged after her savage beating, behind Emma and out of sight. A finger trailed excitingly down Emma's curved spine and into the damp crease of her buttocks then down further until it tickled her still-throbbing clitoris. She tried to push up against it then felt bereft as it vanished and a teasing voice whispered in her ear, "I think I shall leave you here for a bit while I lie down and recover my strength. While you are here, you can think about what an appropriate punishment would be for failing to respond quickly enough to Jamieson's orders. Oh and just in case you feel the need to disgrace yourself, I will put the washing bowl under you to catch any dribbles from your quim or that well-used anus. However I think I might have to use the latter a little more so that it feels as sore as mine does!"

There was a soft creak from the bed and Emma watched with tears in her eyes as Amanda stretched out on her front on the bed and laid her head wearily on the pillows. Soon the gentlest, most lady-like of snores emanated from her half-parted lips while Emma, bound into an uncomfortable position, suffered and had to endure the added shame of rivulets of semen running down the crack of her bottom and spattering noisily into the porcelain bowl beneath her. After about an hour, Emma found her bladder becoming full and so she squeezed her thighs together tightly to alleviate the need to go. The sensation continued to increase however and by the time that Miss Amanda awoke, Emma was right on the brink of desperation and pangs of pain were shooting through her.

"A little uncomfortable are we?" inquired her mistress as she got off the bed stiffly and walked across, laying her fingers on Emma's bottom cheeks.

"Please, miss, I need to go," pleaded Emma, face flushed at having to admit such a thing out loud.

"And am I stopping you?" asked Amanda, running her fingers down her servant's slippery anal crevice and then sliding her thumb into the girl's sore rosehole. Emma groaned as the thumb opened her and then it wiggled around inside and added to her distress, making her squirm even more as it added pressure to her bladder. A warm palm settled on her cheek and then her mistress started to spank her slowly, almost teasingly at first though the smacks got gradually harder as the seconds ticked away. After a couple of minutes, Amanda halted for a moment and then moved her palm to Emma's back and pressed down sharply. Emma groaned and wriggled as a sharp pain passed through her and she had to use all her self-control not to disgrace herself.

"Feeling even more uncomfortable now are we?" inquired Amanda rhetorically as she went back to spanking Emma and the servant blushed, her face matching the scarlet of her bottom cheeks.

As the spanking continued and the pressure built, Emma realised that it was only a matter of time unless her mistress relented. She held that thought in her mind and tried to cling to it as the pangs of pain shot through her system, feeling like needles being driven into her body as her need to go became almost overwhelming. Shame and humiliation filled her soul as she cast her mind back to the last time she had wet herself. It had been in school when she had been just seven and she had been so involved in an English lesson that she had not made it to the toilet in time. The utter humiliation of having to go to the school nurse and be washed and dried remained with her still and so she continued to fight hopelessly against her need as her mistress smacked her quivering cheeks until they glowed.

Amanda stopped spanking Emma once again and then teased two fingers as well as her thumb into the girl's tight and sore anal ring before she placed her other hand on the servant's back and started to press down. Emma moaned in pain and frustrated shame as she found that she could not prevent her body betraying her as a golden spurt of urine jetted out from her slit and splashed noisily into the bowl underneath her. The fingers and thumb in her bottom pressed in and another squirt followed and suddenly she was gushing pee out of her in a steady stream that tinkled merrily into the basin much to her chagrin. Her flow seemed to last for ever and she felt the warmth trail down her thighs and she started to cry in utter humiliation at being made to disgrace herself in such a manner. Her tears clouded her vision as more pain-relieving but shaming spurts of urine trickled out of her until she was finally finished.

"Now you can clear up this mess while I write my letter of apology," observed Amanda calmly as she came round to stand in front of her servant. "Though first you can clean my fingers."

She pushed them against Emma's lips and the servant's tears flowed faster as she started to suck and lick them, cleaning her own juices off as well as the semen that still slithered in her anus. It was demeaning and degrading and Emma found her own reaction frustrating as she welcomed the shame, finding it filling her need to be used. Each taste added to the sense of debasement in her mind and it was almost with reluctance that she stopped licking the fingers as her mistress moved them away and started to unbuckle the straps to release her. Emma thanked her mistress for her punishment when ordered and the words tumbled out naturally, not forced from her, and that added to her sense of shame as she picked up the basin, reeking of her bodily wastes, and went to dispose of the golden liquid.