The History Society

Chapter Thirteen

"This evening, I am to meet my fiancé for the very first time, Emma, so I expect you to make sure I look especially beautiful!" commented Amanda a couple of days later as Emma knelt before her and licked her slit obediently.

"Yes, miss," she mumbled as she snatched a quick breath before she returned to her task eagerly, relishing the taste of the girl's sweet pussy.

"Even though he is older than me, my father assures me that he is rather handsome so perhaps things will not be quite as bad as I feared. Though submitting to any man is beneath me really but perhaps I can encourage him to enjoy the attractions of allowing me to be in charge," Amanda mused as she stepped away from Emma and waited for her servant to dress her.

"I am sure that you will do your best to encourage him, miss," said Emma as she buttoned up Amanda's gown and smoothed it carefully down the back.

"Which means that I will be leaving here and going to Yorkshire where he has his estates. Do you wish to come with me, girl? I have been quite pleased by your desire to serve me so far and it so tiresome having to train another maid."

"But I am only here for the rest of this week," blurted out Emma, disappointment rushing through her at the thought of leaving and returning to the humdrum world outside.

"Really?" remarked Amanda, spinning round and fastening her clear grey eyes on Emma.

"Yes, I will be going back to my normal life."

"And do you want to?"

"No, not really. I don't have anything that I really want to go back for. No boyfriend, not even any close friends and my mum and dad are dead."

"So my father said to me the other day, Emma, when he asked me if you had been a good servant. Think about it today but make sure that you have an answer ready tomorrow. Now this evening I will be wearing the red satin, I think. It does go extremely well with my dark hair. Make sure you hang it up carefully and be back here at five o clock with some hot water as I must make sure that I am clean all over for my fiancé."

It seemed hardly any time at all before Emma was staggering up the back stairs with the hot water and she entered the bedchamber and set the jug down on the washstand as Amanda rose from her desk where she had been writing in her diary. Swiftly, Emma unbuttoned her mistress and removed the day gown then her silk chemise to reveal her pale beauty. Then she washed her carefully, sponging her all over and paying particular attention to her dark-furred pussy and the tight anal crack.

"Now work some cream deep into me," commanded Amanda as she bent forward and spread her thighs wide to reveal her crinkled little anal hole. Emma scooped up some of the moisturising ointment on her finger and spread it round the circular opening, feeling it twitch lightly.

"Inside as well, girl. I need to be well oiled for when he takes me there," snapped her mistress and Emma obeyed, easing a cream-laden finger inside the tight aperture and working it round to the accompaniment of a few moans. Soon the tight little hole was slippery and moist inside and Amanda pronounced herself satisfied.

A tight corset which lifted her breasts and yet left them daringly uncovered was next and Emma pulled in the laces and then tied them, sympathising as Amanda struggled to catch her breath. A fresh silk chemise went over the top and then silken stockings which were gartered tightly around the pale white thighs before the evening gown was slipped on over the girl's head. Make up and hairstyling were next and then as the dinner gong sounded, pale-faced, Amanda rose and walked out to meet her fiancé while Emma stayed behind to tidy up.

After about half an hour, Emma slipped down the back stairs and went into the servants' dining hall to have her dinner. John sat opposite and she happily played footsie with him under the long pine table while they ate. As they left, John whispered in her ear, asking whether she could see him later but she had to demur as Amanda had ordered her to be in her bedchamber to help her out of her gown. After a few minutes rest up in her attic room, Emma went back down to Amanda's chamber and waited, wandering around a little as the minutes ticked by. Eventually she sat at the girl's desk and her eyes fell on the open page of her mistress' diary and she started to read it.

Fear floods through me as I wait to meet him. I know my true nature is really to submit and yet I fight against it constantly. To be caned and whipped and then humiliated beyond measure by having a man's thickness in my bottom is my desire and yet I must hold my head up high and be proud of resisting such temptations. Submission is for servants and I am a Talbot, masters and mistresses of all that we survey according to our family motto. Yet as a wife I must be humble and submissive to my husband...may I have the strength to do so without surrendering my all.

Emma had just finished reading the intimate confession of her mistress when the door handle turned and the lady in question entered and said sharply, "Remove my gown, Emma, then put me over the end of the bed and bind my wrists into the laces of my corset."

With fumbling fingers, Emma did as she had been requested and soon Amanda's sweet cheeks peeped up alluringly from under the brief silk chemise while her lustrous long dark locks splayed out over the bedspread. Kneeling and kissing her mistress softly on each white globe, Emma wondered about the note in the diary. It was difficult to see the girl as a submissive after she had spent so long being cruel and domineering towards her and yet she looked so beautiful and just so right bent over waiting for her master to come and take her. Rising slowly, Emma headed towards the door then turned round in disbelief as Amanda asked her to stay, saying that she had been instructed to do so by her fiancé.

"Stand by the door and wait, Emma, and make sure that your eyes are lowered when he enters...those were his instructions for you."

Heart beating faster, Emma did as she was told and then trembled as the minutes ticked slowly by. A soft sound outside alerted her and then the handle turned and in strode a gentleman clad in formal evening wear. Keeping her eyes down, Emma could only see his shiny shoes and dark trousers but as he spoke, she realised that she knew him from somewhere and she desperately searched the closed compartments of her mind.

"A pretty sight indeed, Amanda, and one that has been a long time coming. Now I am going to give you a good dozen at least before I use you and I think your maid here can count the strokes for you. Come over here, Emma!"

It was those words which triggered the memory and Emma looked up and went pale as she recognised Hugh standing there. The last time she had seen him was driving off in his car while he dangled her panties out of the window and her mouth fell open in shock for a few moments before she managed to say, "What on earth are you doing here, Hugh?"

"Sir Hugh to you, maid, and don't you forget it or you will be on the receiving end of this cane after your mistress."

"But you were with Jess..."

"Not for long, I'm afraid. The girl did not really come up to scratch as a candidate for Stoneacres and I decided that you offered far more potential."

"What do you mean?" asked Emma, suspicions aroused by his statement and she was not surprised when he laughed out loud and explained how he had sent her the email that had lured her down to Lord Talbot's house.

"Reeled you in like a fish, my dear Emma. Always looking for new servants and your submissive streak fitted the bill perfectly. From the reports I have had from Lord Talbot then you have fitted in seamlessly to the life of a Victorian maid and I look forward to broadening your education and training when you join Lady Amanda and I in Yorkshire after the wedding. Now, pay attention and count the strokes carefully because if you miss any then your mistress gets another and so will you at the end."

Leaving Emma still shell-shocked, he turned his attention back to Amanda and raised her short chemise up over her back thus baring her bottom cheeks entirely. His fingers examined her smoothness and he chuckled to himself as he tested the resilience of her young flesh before he picked up his cane and laid the hard length of wood across her quivering globes. He whipped the wood back and then down hard and a bright red weal blossomed into life instantly on the alabaster skin as Emma stammered out the count of one, her voice competing with the groan that burst from her mistress' sweet lips. Soon six ruler-straight lines decorated the twitching white globes and Amanda's breath came in gasps of agony as the pain invaded her body. Three more lashes nearly broke her and she had to bite down on her lips hard to stop herself pleading for mercy from her future husband. The final three cut into her soft thighs and then she heard the cane drop to the floor as Emma counted out twelve and she waited, heart thudding, for Hugh to take her.

"Come over here, Emma, and help me disrobe," said Sir Hugh, deliberately repeating the words that she had remembered and Emma walked over as if she was in a trance. Her fingers fumbled with his buttons and he laughed at her ineptitude before he pushed her away and completed the task himself.

"Now I think Lady Amanda might need some comfort from her maid, girl, so climb onto the bed and offer her your sweet little pussy. From what Lord Talbot has mentioned, I am sure that you have tasted hers enough!" he added and Emma blushed scarlet at the sly insinuation though she hurried to obey, fearing the thick cane.

Pulling her skirt and chemise up to her waist, Emma slipped onto the bed and then slithered down until her thighs were spread round Amanda's dark hair. Slowly her mistress raised her head as Hugh's fingers teased her soft pussy lips, stroking and smoothing the folds, and then she buried her face into the welcoming warmth of her maid's quim and waited. Sir Hugh moved his fingers up to the tiny winking star of Amanda's anus and he inserted one, commenting caustically as he found her oiled and ready for him.

"Good to see you prepared, my dear wife to be. Perhaps Emma here can tell you from her recollections how thick and long I am?"

Emma ignored the jibe but found herself watching in the cheval mirror as it reflected Amanda's anal star and the massive throbbing purple crown that was pressing into it. She felt her mistress sob into her pussy as the giant prick started to slip inside, spreading the ring of muscle wider and wider.

Amanda could not stop the dark humiliation eating away at her soul as his cock head pressed deeper and harder, splitting her pouting anal star open. She diverted some of the pain by licking fervently at Emma's sweet folds but still tears came to her smoky-grey eyes as the massive knob opened her further and further before it suddenly slithered in to her bottom hole and made her his. The sheer indignity and shame overwhelmed her and she sobbed out loud as he stilled inside her then pushed slowly in until his whole length was seated inside her tight tube. Pain mixed with the strangest, darkest pleasure as he pulled back out until his bulbous knob spread her sore ring wide yet again. She tried to lose herself in Emma's sweetness and yet the sliding thrusts in and out of her abused and abraded anus reminded her of his ownership of her body and soul.

Hugh delighted in the gripping tightness of Amanda's anus and he made a vow to take her there every day just to remind her of his rights as her Victorian husband as he slithered in and out. His cock shaft became coated with her glistening lubrication and he was able to penetrate her more easily although he still gritted his teeth as her clenching muscles tried to lure him into coming immediately. He looked ahead and fixed his attention on the pale luminescent green eyes of Emma staring back at him and he smiled as he read the passion deep within them. He had known it as soon as he had met her at the party but the idea of using her friend, Jess, to inveigle his way into Emma's life had not worked so he had used the advertisement instead, carefully tailoring it to Emma's particular interests. He thrust in hard and deep, still holding Emma's eyes with his own while he wondered where Jess was now. She had proved to be up for anything and so he had passed her on to an American friend who was organising a similar idea based on a Wild West theme in Arizona. He imagined Jess dressed as a saloon whore and then chuckled as he drove in and out of Lady Amanda's gripping tightness and made her squeal as pain and passion flared in her veins.

Amanda sobbed into Emma's soft slit as her future husband penetrated her anal ring hard, thrusting deep into her while his hands gripped her hips tightly and held her still. There was nothing she could do but endure and welcome the sweet pain into her body as he used her as was his right. Dark clouds swirled round her mind, enfolding her in blackness as her passions rose and her clitoris throbbed and pulsed with every plunging stroke into her anus. It was demeaning and degrading and yet she knew that she needed it and loved it and then she felt his cock shaft swell and she found herself coming in time with Hugh. She squeezed his shaft almost cruelly as she came and suddenly he could not resist any longer and so a vast torrent of creamy spunk spurted out into her bottom hole, filling her up. More followed as she writhed in his grasp and bubbles of white sperm frothed up around his cock as he impaled her again and again until he was completely drained. Hugh rested on her back for a few moments, letting the warm weight of him confirm his possession of her body and soul before he withdrew his wilting length and allowed the last few dribbles of sperm to spiral down onto her reddened arse cheeks as he stepped back.

"Come over here, Emma, and clean your new master up!" Hugh commanded and he laughed inwardly at the instant expression of shock and disgust that flitted across the girl's pretty face. It was followed by obedience though and he watched her kneel in front of him and then he teased her with his prick, allowing it to swing back and forth across her face, touching her where it wanted before he told her to use her tongue. Emma felt hot tears spill from her eyes as she acquiesced in her own shame. She started to lick at the softening shaft, tasting his seed along with the harsher, tangier taste of her mistress' bottom hole. Dark, bleak thoughts rolled through her mind as she sucked him into her mouth and cleaned him until he quietly spoke again, almost whispering his instructions as she recoiled from the idea.

Hugh laughed at her reluctance, knowing that Emma wanted to but would just not admit it to herself. He pulled her up by her fine auburn hair and pushed her over the dressing room stool then picked up the cane and rested it on the beautiful pair of buttocks that faced him.

"A first six then another six for every time that you refuse my order, maid!" he said sternly and he watched the globes jiggle with fear as the words sank into her mind. Emma bit her tongue as the first stroke swept down and left a vivid red trail across her twin white cheeks. She had not managed to gather her breath back before the next harsh touch of the cane on her naked flesh and her cries echoed round the bedchamber and Amanda twisted her head round and watched, shivering a little as she remembered the dozen strokes that she had taken earlier.

Four more strokes broke Emma's will, giving her an excuse to perform a service that she knew that she secretly savoured, and she crawled humbly across to her mistress and began to use her tongue to lick up the exposed anal crack. Amanda let her head fall down into the soft bedcovers as she felt the delicious caress of the curled tongue sliding over her crinkled furrow and then she let out a sob of delight as her maid pushed it deeper then started to suck out Hugh's seed from her bottom hole.

"It is good to see this maid reaching her full potential," remarked Sir Hugh while he trailed his fingers idly over Emma's skin, caressing her bottom cheeks and feeling the swollen wetness of her pussy lips. "With more training, I think she will make a very valuable addition to our household in Yorkshire, my dear Amanda."

"Yes indeed, sir," stated Amanda as she felt the sweetness of the girl's lips against her tight puckered hole. "That is if she decides to stay with us."

"Oh she will," came the confident reply and Emma knew that Sir Hugh was right. She had found her metier and her place in life and happiness flowed through her soul as sperm seeped into her mouth. She was made to be a maid and wherever Lady Amanda and Sir Hugh went, she would be going too...though she hoped that John, the footman, would be accompanying them as well!