Chapter five in the ongoing adventures of twenty-three-year-old Laura and her introduction to life in the big house. What is pleasure and what is pain? The questions continue.
I was roughly awakened the next morning by Miss Alice prodding me with her toe.
"Time to wake up, little slut. We have lots to do. You can't spend all day sleeping. Follow me."
I was so stiff and aching that I had to use the bed to haul myself to my feet. Sleeping on the floor had done me no favours. In the middle of the wall opposite the bed was a door that I hadn't noticed when I first came in last night. In fairness I'd had other things to worry about. I followed Miss Alice through and into a luxurious bathroom. It was steamy and warm, and the heady scent of bath oils hung in the air. On the far side was a shower cubicle, already occupied by Felicity.
"I took the liberty of having your things brought over from the other side. You only have time for a quick wash. Next time you'd better get up earlier."
She pointed to a hand basin in a corner. Next to it was a small cabinet on which sat a selection of toiletries. Much to my delight I also saw my hairbrush and toothbrush waiting for me. As I approached, I saw myself in the mirror and I was horrified by the untidy young woman who stared back at me. I was a complete mess. My escapades from last night had left their mark. My face was streaked with their juices which had dried, leaving it feeling rough and hard. My hair was even worse. It was a tangled mess and clumps of it appeared to be glued together. I filled the basin with hot water and tried to do the best that I could in the short time I had been given.
At least the soap smelled beautiful. So far removed from the coarse cheap blocks that mother insisted on buying. It foamed as only an expensive soap can and felt soft on my skin. I cleaned my face as best as I could and then tried to do the same between my thighs. Everywhere felt unkempt and crusty. At least, when I had finished, I smelled a lot better. I just hope I would be allowed a shower, or better still a bath, before too long.
By the time I came out of the bathroom, Felicity had already dressed and left, presumably to her normal duties. My tiny apron and cap had been laid out on the bed. I guessed this meant that I would be getting more training. Miss Alice stood by the door with an impatient look on her face. As quickly as I could, under her watchful gaze I hastily dragged my brush through my straggly locks and put on what had become my uniform.
"Come!" was Miss Alice's only word and she turned her back on me and disappeared. I hurried to follow.
Back in her office I quickly assumed the now familiar pose in the centre of the room. Miss Alice brought over the same shoes as yesterday and I struggled to put them on and stand upright. I wobbled, but not as alarmingly as yesterday. I was handed the same tray with the plastic cup and saucer and told to walk around the room. This time Miss Alice strolled beside me, matching me step for step. Then she began to torment me.
As I slowly became reaccustomed to the high heels, I became more comfortable carrying the tray with its cheap cargo. Then, my nipple was pinched fiercely, and I stumbled, causing the cup to tip over in its saucer. This brought with it a vicious slap on my right buttock, making me yelp with the pain. Miss Alice carefully righted the cup and urged me onwards. I tried to continue my circuit of the room as if nothing had happened. My other tit was grabbed, and the nipple gripped hard and twisted. Again, the cup spilled over and a second smack, even harder than the first, landed on my bottom.
A gentle hand stroked where it had landed, bringing a modicum of relief, before I was pushed forward once again. By now I knew what to expect and when my tit was seized again, this time I gritted my teeth and concentrated on carrying the tray. This was greeted with a murmur of approval from Miss Alice. This went on for several more circuits of the room and, although my bottom was spared, my breasts were badly punished. I was about to beg for a rest when her tactics changed.
On the next circuit a hand went between my legs, first from the back and then the front. Suddenly I realised that I was leaking profusely with arousal. What should have been a miserable time with the brutal treatment of my breasts had ended up turning me on. Miss Alice's roving hands now found me out, fingers slipping easily between my wet lips. When the finger found my clit, I nearly stumbled on my heels and the room was filled with the sound of a loud smack.
The force of it made me take a couple of desperate steps forward and the cup and saucer went flying, landing on the carpet. I froze in horror. Without a word the tray was snatched from my grasp and thrown across the room.
"Pick them up," the command came with a menacing hiss.
I started to crouch down but another smack stopped me. I stood up again and then bent at the waist, struggling to reach down far enough to pick up the cup and saucer. Miss Alice held out her hand and she snatched them from me. She carried them over to her desk and I quickly adopted the prescribed pose. I was terrified of getting into more trouble. Miss Alice walked around to the far side of the desk and pulled open a drawer. When she returned to where I was standing, she was carrying a black, leather-covered paddle which she tapped ominously against her opposite palm.
I fixed my eyes on the floor as she walked around me, the tapping of the paddle adding a percussive accompaniment to her footsteps. Then the paddle landed for the first time. I sucked in my breath as I swayed forward but I concentrated on not losing my balance.
