The History Society

Chapter Nine

As the week wore on, Emma found herself becoming more and more accustomed to her new life as a servant and the modern world with all its cares and worries and stress seemed to slide further and further away into a dark corner of her mind. Even thought her duties were onerous and exhausting, she found herself enjoying them and relishing the new tasks that came her way. Her dark delight in submitting to someone else and thus not being responsible for what occurred flourished as Miss Amanda had Emma serving her with tongue, lips and fingers every morning and evening. Being spanked by her mistress when she did not satisfy her made Emma's pulse race and her pussy moisten and she soon found herself anticipating her punishments with a secretive smile.

After breakfast in the servants' hall on her third day, Jamieson spoke to her and told her that Lord Talbot had requested her presence at eleven.

"You can take the master his usual tray of refreshments at that time so make sure that you come down to the kitchen and get it from the cook first," the tall, imposing figure had snapped and she had hurriedly nodded as he had swept by in his dark suit. As she knelt to kiss her mistress' pouting pussy lips, Emma found herself thinking of what Lord Talbot might do to her. Inhaling the now familiar scent as her lips met the soft flesh, she tried to put her thoughts to one side but Amanda must have noticed that her mind was not fully on her job because she pushed Emma to the ground and then stood over her regarding her carefully through narrowed grey eyes.

"It appears that you do not have your mind fully on your task!" she snapped suddenly and Emma felt a frisson of fear slither down her spine. "On the floor on your back now, girl, and hold your ankles wide apart with your hands."

It was thoroughly humiliating to adopt such a posture and Emma felt her face flush with embarrassment as she held her ankles and then rocked back as instructed. Her skirt and chemise both flapped up over her waist thus baring her bottom cheeks while her pink slippery slit was also displayed in all its glory to the avid eyes of her mistress. Emma swallowed nervously as she settled into the uncomfortable position, feeling the hard floorboards under the thin rug against the knobbly bones of her spine. Amanda walked away abruptly and ferreted in one of her wardrobes and then emerged carrying a riding crop in one small and delicate hand.

"Do not dare to move from that position until I tell you," she hissed through her perfect white teeth and Emma watched the end of the crop, eyes almost hypnotised as it swung gently back and forth for a few moments.

Standing over the hapless servant, Amanda relished the girl's palpable fear and the way in which her face flushed scarlet. She teased Emma with the tip of the crop, trailing it across her exposed white thighs and up into the sensitive skin at the back of the knees before she laid the leather over the servant's pouting pink pussy lips and waited. Amanda could see the tremors and trembles running through the thighs at the thought of what was to come and so she smiled in delight as she raised the crop and then brought it down sharply on the soft succulent folds. Emma squealed and her body bucked as she tried to cope with the pain but she maintained her grip on her ankles even though she desperately wanted to close her legs and hide her delicate pussy from the harsh caress of the crop. Another sweet stroke swept down as Amanda stood facing the girl's parted thighs and she watched the flesh quiver as the leather struck. Tears filled Emma's soft green eyes and Amanda revelled in the sight, drinking in the pain of her victim as she beat her again, whipping the crop down on to the soft folds and ignoring the cries and moans that resulted.

The pain built steadily in Emma's tortured body as the crop continued to strike on her most sensitive spot and she found a dark mist clouding her thoughts while tears spilt from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. The staccato beat of the crop on her quim sent rivers of agony rushing through her and yet she found herself responding to the pain as the dark, submissive side of her nature revealed itself once again. Each stabbing dart of agony perversely made her wetter and more eager and she pushed her pussy forward a little, offering it up to the spiteful kiss of the crop and then found herself gasping with pain. Minutes flowed by unheeded as her mistress beat her pussy lips, squashing the soft succulent slit under the black leather tip. Some strokes caught the very edge of her labia while others whipped right across the centre but every one sent agony coursing through her senses until the crop fell no more.

Amanda looked down at the gasping girl at her feet as she reversed her hold on the crop. Smiling wickedly, she teased the moist labia apart with the bulbous handle, eliciting groans of shame from her servant. Emma could feel the blunt end start to slide into her and she could do nothing to resist as it pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy, spearing into her depths and making her gasp in a strange mixture of satisfaction and humiliation as she was opened up. An inch then another and her pink lips split wide around the thick handle and it was suddenly swallowed up and several more inches disappeared into her tight tunnel as Amanda released the tip and left the crop sticking out of her servant's pussy like a flag on a golf course green.

"Now stand up but keep that inside you, girl...without using your hands!" Amanda instructed Emma with glee in her voice and she watched the servant's struggle to rise and obey with great interest.

Emma squeezed her internal muscles tightly together and gripped the handle as she carefully rose to her feet. Her skirt and chemise dropped down to cover the crop and Amanda angrily told her to hold them up above her waist and to bend over the edge of the bed. Reluctantly and fearfully, Emma obeyed her mistress, pulse beating faster as she wondered what was going to happen next. Her heart sank as Amanda brought out an identical crop and then laid the leather tip against her flinching flesh, saying softly but menacingly, "Make sure that you keep the other crop inside you as I use this one to remind you to perform better in future!"

The slight pressure from the leather eased as the crop moved and then it whipped back across and Emma moaned as a fiery lance of pain slithered through her nervous system. There was a brief moment of respite and then the next blow landed and Emma found it incredibly difficult to keep focusing on gripping the handle of the other crop due to the pain and to the increased slipperiness as her juices oiled the leather. Five more strokes blazed across her naked bottom and then she lost the unequal battle and there was a dull thud as the first crop struck the ground and Emma shivered as she waited in trepidation for an addition to her punishment. Six more strokes whipped across her buttocks, leaving scarlet weals emblazoned on the white flesh and making her cry out with each one and then there was a brief cessation as Amanda picked up the slippery crop from the rug and eyed it thoughtfully.

Smiling wickedly, Amanda pushed the handle up against her servant's tight little bottom hole instead of her pussy and then wormed it slowly inside, ignoring the groans as it sunk into the dark depths. Emma felt fresh tears spill over as she relished the insidious invasion of her anus and she gave a great gasp as the handle slithered fully in and the crop stuck up out of her bottom as her mistress began to strike her once again with the tip of the other one. A dozen strokes lashed across her thighs and buttocks and Emma found the sweet agony driving deep into her mind. Her squeals attained a higher pitch as the tip whipped up and struck her soft pussy lips once again and then Amanda clambered onto the bed and spread her thighs wide before ordering Emma to lick and suck her properly. The crop in her bottom waggled slightly as she started to taste her mistress while the other one rested on the smooth white skin of her back as a warning and she shivered as Amanda tapped it gently as a gentle reminder for her to do her very best to please.

After bringing her mistress to a climax, Emma then helped her attire herself for the day. Amanda was going riding and so she had to be helped into the riding habit and then buttoned up at the back before she strode out of the room in her stockinged feet carrying the pair of crops with her.

"You can come and help me put on my riding boots, girl," she stated as Emma trailed after her and they descended the main staircase, passing John on the way. Amanda eyed him thoughtfully and then commented to Emma, "I want you to get close to that footman. Invite him to accompany you to the old nursery tonight and make it clear that you are offering yourself, girl. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Amanda," replied Emma, eyes downcast at the thought of being used in such a way even though her mind was filled with secret pleasure at the idea.

"Good. Make sure that you do not fail me or this morning's session with the crop will seem but a gentle introduction when I unearth my favourite Malacca cane!"

Emma shuddered at the thought as they passed into the boot room and, as she knelt at her mistress' feet and slipped the leather riding boots on, her fingers trembled at the notion of a cane whipping across her naked backside.