The History Society Ch 11

Chapter Eleven

After stumbling upstairs with tears in her eyes, Emma washed herself thoroughly using cold water that was left over in the ewer then sat down on her bed, regretting it as her sore buttocks met the hard mattress. She rolled over on her front and buried her head in the pillow while she tried to make sense of what had happened to her over the past few days. Her head was spinning with the memories and images and she found herself shivering as she remembered the shaming things she had been forced to do. Then honesty sprang to the fore and she found herself blushing violently as she remembered the delight and pleasure that she had obtained from the new experiences that she had had. It was difficult to believe that only a few days previously she had been so innocent and reserved and she let a small smile of satisfaction crease her soft lips as she thought about how she had developed. Although a tiny part of her was frightened by what had happened, Emma knew that she wanted to carry on and experience even more as the humiliation and shame brought out some deep rooted need in her soul. Soon the whirling thoughts clouded into darkness and, exhausted by all her hard work and the sexual demands made on her, she drifted off to sleep, softly snoring into the pillow as the afternoon passed by.

It was the gentle pitter patter of rain on the window that woke her several hours later and Emma catapulted herself off the bed and scurried off to see if her mistress needed her, heart thumping in her chest at the thought of neglecting her duties. Fortunately Amanda was still out riding though and so Emma busied herself in her mistress' room tidying it up so that it would be spotless on her return. She was just in time for Amanda returned about ten minutes later and Emma had to unbutton her riding habit and slip it off before she helped the girl wash, sponging her down carefully to remove the perspiration caused by her ride. Amanda jumped a little as Emma pressed the flannel against her buttocks and the servant looked at the bruised flesh and shivered as she remembered the four different implements being used on it. Emma castigated herself for being such a cry baby over receiving a mere two strokes from the cane as she felt the raised weals under her fingers.

"I think you will have to rub some ointment on those before dinner," remarked Amanda coolly. "My father told me when I met him in the hall that my fiancé will be visiting soon and I would not like him to see me marked thus."

"But surely he will not be seeing your bottom, miss?" queried Emma incredulously.

Amanda bestowed a scathing smile on her servant and whispered, "Not only will he be seeing it but he will be having it, girl. Part of our betrothal ceremony. He still won't be allowed to take my maidenhead until we are married but I must show him that I will be a suitable and well trained bride for him. That reminds me...training. Have you talked to John yet and arranged an assignation?"

"No, Miss Amanda," responded Emma querulously, a little fearful of her mistress' reaction at her negligence.

"Then, while I lie down before dinner, you will go and find him and do so. If you do not then I will punish you most severely, girl!"

Emma finished washing her mistress, hung the riding habit up and then excused herself as she went to look for the footman. After wandering through the myriad corridors of the mansion, she eventually tracked him down by asking Hannah.

"He'll be in the butler's pantry polishing the silver probably, Emma," her fellow maid answered with a wink. Emma thanked her and then reflected on how little she had seen of the girl and her fellow maid, Amelia as she walked slowly towards the pantry. She had wanted to ask them about all sorts of things but there never seemed to be any time as the maids were always rushing around. At night they just fell into their beds and slept like the dead until it was time to rise at first light. Deciding that she must find the time to ask the other two how long they had been in service and when they were going to return to their real lives, Emma pushed open the pantry door and found John hard at work.

Sidling around the table, Emma allowed her arm to brush against him and he jumped slightly, having been completely immersed in his task of polishing the fish knives.

"Steady on, girl," he muttered as he juggled with a knife. "I don't want to drop it and have to polish it all over again."

"Sorry, John," Emma whispered as she sat down on a stool by his side.

"So what are you doing here? Come to give me a hand?" he inquired roughly and she blushed, wondering how she could get him to agree to meet her in the old nursery later on. Feeling daring, Emma thought about his last statement and she stretched out her hand and rested it on his muscled thigh, feeling the flesh flex through his dark trousers.

"This sort of hand, John?"

"Careful, girl, or you will get us both into trouble," he responded, brown eyes flickering to the door and then back as he felt her slim fingers crawl further up his leg. Emma stroked across his fly and felt the prominent bulge beneath and she blushed as she remembered the size of his cock and how it had felt in her tight little anus. Not that he knew that it had been her, she reminded herself as she stroked him again, eliciting a slight groan from his lips.

"What about later on then? I am free from nine tonight," whispered Emma directly into his ear as she continued stroking his burgeoning erection.

"Okay but where? We could go to the stables," he suggested.

"The nursery, John. I have the key and as it is tucked well away in the east wing then it should be nice and quiet!"

"Right then. At nine o'clock," groaned the footman as she squeezed his cock through his trousers before taking her hand away. With a wink and a saucy wiggle of her bottom, Emma left and she giggled at his longing expression as she went back to report to her mistress on the successful outcome of her task.

At nine on the dot, Emma was waiting nervously outside the nursery room door which she had already unlocked with the key given to her by Amanda. The long corridor was dark and she kept on glancing down it, hoping that John would appear while odd little creaks and groans in the timbered floors made her jump. Suddenly she heard a footstep and with relief she saw John's tall figure emerge out of the gloom and stride purposefully towards her. She moved away from the door a little, hinting at her eagerness to meet him and then she found herself swept up in his powerful arms and kissed passionately before he set her back down on her feet again.

"Wait until we are inside," she squeaked, feeling her cheeks glow in the dark with embarrassment then she turned the handle and they entered into the darkness.

"Good job I bought a candle," whispered John and he unearthed the stub and then set the wick alight with his tinderbox before setting it carefully on the mantelpiece. The flickering flame lit only a small portion of the room but Emma could see discarded toys cluttering the floor and she wondered if Amanda had played with any of them when she was younger. Somehow she did not seem the type to play with dolls and Emma could only imagine her tormenting them like she did her servant. Suppressing a wry smile at the thought, she turned her attention back to John and found him regarding her avidly, brown eyes drinking in her slim form. Excited by the look in his eyes, she moved closer and clasped him to her then raised herself up on tiptoes to kiss him, enjoying the firmness of his lips on her soft ones while his hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed them through her skirt.

Smiling, Emma released him and then inched her skirt and chemise up, allowing it to slither through his fingers until suddenly he was presented with the feeling of his flesh on her bare skin. His kisses redoubled in intensity and his fingers wormed their way skilfully down her anal crack and found the molten heat of her pussy waiting eagerly to be stroked and touched. She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach and she sighed with joy as he found her softness and started to ease her eager lips apart. Emma slipped her fingers under his shirt and felt the warmth of his bare back then she moved them round to his trousers and unbuttoned his fly. The head of his cock poked insistently against her palm and she closed her fingers round him and tugged his length out into the cool air. She felt him groan softly with desire and passion as she encased his knob and rubbed his shaft slowly up and down with her fingers while he slipped two fingers into her wetness and eased them in and out, hearing them slurp slightly in her slippery slit.

Suddenly the room brightened as Amanda slipped in carrying another candle and John desperately struggled away from Emma trying to make himself decent as the girl remarked sarcastically," What a pretty sight we have here then. I wonder what Mr Jamieson would make of this? Two servants frolicking with each other in the old nursery...I think he would have something drastic to say and something equally drastic to do."

Amanda giggled as John tucked his massive cock away before continuing her little speech.

"I do think that he will have both of you out of here without any references ...if I go and tell him what I have seen this evening."

"If?" said John, hope springing in his breast.

"The choice is to be punished by me instead in whatever way I see fit, John...oh and you, girl," she added dismissively, flicking out a leather strap and catching Emma painfully on her thigh. "I will give you a few seconds to consider the matter."

John and Emma looked at each other and he whispered in her ear that he would prefer to be subject to Miss Amanda rather than the butler.

"After all she is only a girl," he muttered, "so just how bad can her punishments be?"

Emma winced at his naivety but agreed, playing her part to perfection as the footman was entrapped in the web spun by her mistress.

"We agree to you punishing, miss, for our lewd behaviour," John stated, looking the daughter of the house straight in the eye for a moment before he allowed his gaze to fall away.

"Then be prepared to suffer greatly for your sins!" Amanda announced, twirling the leather strap through the still air as she thought about what she was about to do to the pair of servants who were now at her mercy.

Amanda ordered them to strip and watched avidly as they followed her command reluctantly. Emma kept her eyes fixed firmly on the floor as she disrobed, her pulse beating faster as she removed each item of clothing until she was naked apart from her stockings. John was slightly slower and even more embarrassed as he removed his cotton drawers and revealed his cock to Miss Amanda's gaze, totally unaware that she had already seen it and suffered it sliding into her tight arse hole. He half-covered himself with his hands then moved them away as the strap flicked out and struck his fingers painfully.

"You were not exactly shy just now, were you?" sneered Amanda and she walked over and stood directly in front of him, trailing the leather tip of the strap down his body until it teased his dangling prick. Her cool fingers reached down and grasped his shaft as she continued, "Though this isn't going to be much use to anyone. Emma, come over here and take him in your mouth!"

Emma scurried across and knelt swiftly, eager to be obedient so that her punishment would be light. John looked down as her auburn head moved closer and then he gasped in delight as her soft, warm lips swallowed his knob. Amanda moved round behind the footman and smoothed her fingers over his muscular buttocks, caressing the taut flesh thoughtfully before she stepped back and swished the strap through the air to measure the distance to her target. John twitched slightly at each whoosh of displaced air and then he grunted as the leather band, about an inch wide, whipped across his bottom cheeks and left a dull red stripe. Another followed swiftly afterwards and then another and he jerked forward as he tried to escape from the pain and Emma found his cock hardening, filling her mouth with his flesh. Soon he was as rigid as a flagpole as the whipping continued and the maid found herself gagging around the thickness as it slid into her mouth.

"That's a little better," remarked Amanda after a few minutes as she let the strap dangle down her thigh and ordered Emma to stop sucking the footman's impressive length. Enjoying her power over the pair, Amanda ordered John to lie down and then she positioned Emma over his throbbing cock and guided the hard length between her soft folds before instructing John to clasp the girl in his arms tightly.

"Because it is her turn now to feel my strap on her bottom," Amanda stated coldly and Emma shivered at the menace in her mistress' voice as she felt the tip of the strap trail across her vulnerable flesh. Pain suddenly blossomed in her buttocks and she jolted forwards, impaling herself on John's bulbous helmet, feeling it split her pussy lips apart and enter her softness. Another blazing trail of agony seared across her flesh and more of his cock slipped up into her. By the fourth stroke he was fully embedded in her, his balls nestling against her soft folds and Emma found her tight tube gripping him and then squeezing him as the pain rippled through her body.

John was in heaven as he felt Emma's pussy walls clench around his pulsing shaft and he groaned in ecstasy as she wriggled down even further onto his length as another harsh stroke of the strap cut into her soft bottom globes. He held her tightly and started kissing her, swallowing her pain into him as the leather continued to beat her buttocks until they were a blazing mass of crimson. Amanda felt the heat with her palm and smiled as she rolled the couple over thus baring the footman's bottom to her gaze once again. As she stepped back, she could see the glistening root of his cock nestling against Emma's swollen pussy lips and so she trailed the tip of the strap down and watched him jerk violently as it touched him there. She smiled wickedly and then started to use the strap on his arse cheeks, whipping it across and watching the flesh rapidly turn red. Soon she had covered the flesh with wide bands of scarlet and each one had caused the footman to thrust deeper and harder into her servant, penetrating the girl's soft pussy as the pain had arrowed into him.

Amanda added a few extra stripes across John's thighs while she eyed the narrow target of his cock and balls. Then, adjusting her position slightly, she started to whip the strap down the crack of his bottom, gradually getting nearer and nearer to his vulnerable balls. John grunted and groaned at the exquisite agony that flowed into his body and he desperately writhed and wriggled under the blows while his tongue entwined with Emma's. He plunged into her quim as the strap fell again and he felt the irresistible urge of his climax ripple through his shaft and then came pain as he had never known before as the tip of the strap struck his scrotum and he exploded into Emma's pussy. Hot jets of sperm shot into the servant as John's body convulsed and then the strap fell again with unerring accuracy and he screamed deep into Emma's mouth while another torrent of cream flowed into her. Six lashes whipped his swollen balls and emptied them completely as he lunged forward into Emma's heated depths and poured out his essence.

Amanda watched the footman's body jerk and tremble as he orgasmed and then she reached into her pocket and brought out her ivory toy. Bending down, she eased her fingers between the thighs of the conjoined pair and scooped up some of the slippery mixture of their fluids. She removed her hand and then stirred the little pool of oily liquid on her palm before she dribbled it carefully down John's anal crack. He felt the gentle touch of the fluid and wondered what was happening as she started to spread it round his tight whorled ring. Then he gasped and tried to struggle away from Emma as the blunt head of the dildo began to press into his bottom. Amanda simply knelt on his back, pinning him down with her weight as she eased the ivory toy into his arse, smiling to herself as she enjoyed her revenge. An inch slipped in and then the dark hole seemed to almost swallow in the rest of the smooth ivory and she rotated the shaft around inside him, enjoying the feeling of power as he groaned in dismay.

Amanda waited until the dildo was well-rooted in his anus and then she rolled the couple over again before she went to the mantelpiece and brought one of the candles nearer. Emma's sweet globes twitched in fear as her mistress ran her nails over them, scoring red lines in the flesh. Pleasure came next as fingers teased her quim, slipping in alongside the semi-tumescent cock of the footman and easing around until the skilful digits found her throbbing bud. The feeling was delightful and Emma found herself arcing up towards a climax as the fingers rubbed her hard, swollen clitoris. Then she moaned in disappointment as they moved away and left her bereft of pleasure at the last possible moment.

Pain suddenly flared in her body as Amanda tipped the candle and allowed a gentle stream of wax to flow onto her servant's bottom. The cheeks twitched and a muffled squeal came as the burning liquid struck and then Amanda adjusted her aim and dribbled the wax down Emma's crack so that it seared her anal ring. Emma shook and shivered, clinging to John's warm body as she waited for the pain to recede but then the agony doubled as a spatter of scorching fluid slithered down her perineum and down on to her pussy folds. John jerked beneath her as some scorched his shaft and she felt his cock grow as the pain stirred it into life. Tears dribbled down onto his face as Emma tried to control herself but the pain was just too much as another stream of hot wax covered her quim and she screamed deep into his mouth.

Amanda moved the candle haphazardly around her servant's vulnerable body, spraying wax over her thighs and back but always returning to the most sensitive spot until it was covered with white wax that solidified and gripped onto John's cock as well. Then she blew out the wick and slid the blunt end over the girl's anal pucker, feeling Emma shiver in trepidation as the pressure gradually opened up her tight ring. Emma sobbed desperately as her resistance was overcome and the candle slid deep into her bottom hole, spreading her wide with its thickness and filling her with inch after inch of solid wax. Amanda spanked her servant then; hard blows that brought a glossy sheen to the skin while she eased her fingers down once more and found the girl's throbbing bud and squeezed it gently, feeling it pulse against her fingertips. Ten spanks were followed by a gentle pressure on her clit and Emma found herself responding to the rhythm, pushing her body up to accept the pain as the pleasure followed shortly afterwards. Her climax came after a hundred smacks and by then her bottom cheeks were glowing like a furnace, heat rippling through her senses. Emma squealed and shrieked as the sweet sensations slithered through her soul and darkness covered her mind as she slumped down onto the warm flesh beneath her, gasping for breath.

Amanda left shortly afterwards and it was a thoroughly chastened and embarrassed couple who had to separate themselves from each other. The solidified wax clung to them and pulled at their pubic hairs and flesh as John tried to extricate his cock from Emma's quim while his spunk dripped out of her and covered his shaft. It was even more embarrassing when they had to remove the instruments which impaled their bottoms and Emma cried with the shame as the thick candle squirmed out of her anus and thudded onto the floor. She gathered it up along with the dildo as she had been instructed to do by her mistress and hurriedly dressed before she headed for the door only to be halted by John's strong arm.