Chastisement Of Clara Thornton Pt 06

Clara had grown impatient whilst waiting for Emma and the two Scandinavians. Her excitement had built up since she had brought out the instruments of corporal punishment that had belonged to Sir Peter. When she heard a faint knock on the door, followed by Emma announcing her presence she called her in.

'I asked for two men to help us unpack and carry away the heavy trunks,' Clara snapped, annoyed that Emma had come alone.

'Mary wanted to speak with them, ma'am,' Emma said.

The servant girl knew exactly what Miss Clara really wanted by the fact her breasts were out on show and she wore only her bloomers, her cunt partially visible.

'Come here, and tell me exactly what mother said.'

Emma moved toward her and recounted the warning and scolding she received from Lady A.

'You look as though there is something else you want to say, Emma.'

'I should not speak of it, but I'll tell no one but you ma'am. Lady Amelia made me pleasure her.'

'In what way - tell me now, in detail!' Clara pulled the girl down on the bed to sit beside her.

'Your mother had me kneel between her thighs and I was compelled to use my tongue and fingers on her cunny ma'am.'

'My goodness - did you make her reach full satisfaction?' Clara inquired.

'Yes, Miss Clara, she held my head against her and worked herself against my face.'

Clara now became very aroused.

'You are very good at giving out sexual pleasure; you must stimulate me too, now!'

Clara grabbed the girl and kissed her lips, frantically unbuttoning the servant's outer clothing. Pressing nipple against nipple, she then urged Emma to remove all her garments. When she was totally naked Clara removed her own remaining clothing before lying back on the mattress and drawing her feet up to her bottom and spreading her thighs wide, exposing both holes. Emma was ordered to take up a position where she could reach to lick and suck on the cunt and anus of her mistress's daughter.

When another knock was heard, Clara gave permission for the visitor to enter; as she expected two blonde males to appearing the bedroom and closed the door behind them. On seeing two naked young women indulging in a sex act they needed no further instruction. Emma's bare posterior was pushed high into the air with both holes looking very inviting. Both men stripped off their clothes, their long thick cocks hard and ready for action.

It was immediately apparent to Clara that Sven was instructing the other man who was obviously unable to speak English; it was that same man who walked around the bed and holding his shaft pointed the bulbous head toward Clara's lips. One word of English the man had learned was 'suck'. Clara obediently opened her mouth wide and took in the head of the penis. By this time, Sven was fucking Emma from behind while she carried on licking the cunt of Clara.

Showing no favours for the upper class daughter of a titled lady, the Norseman whose cock was in Clara's mouth reached out taking a nipple between thumb and finger, twisted, squeezed and pulled on it causing the girl to tense up and make muttering noises, unable to protest verbally due to the thick penis that was dribbling pre-cum down her throat. With a little extra push the cock hit the back of the mouth almost making her wretch. Sven too, pushed his cock so far up the young servant's rectum that his testicles pressed against her arse cheeks.

The non-English speaking Norwegian cried out to his Swedish friend.

'Skifte over, ja?'

Clara didn't need a translator, as the meaning became obvious when both men pulled their cocks from their respective orifices and changed places. While for Emma it was not a problem, Clara, offered some resistance when she eyed up the shit stained pole of Sven that was closing in toward her mouth.

Partly due to being trapped by Emma, who was gripping her upper thighs, Clara was not able to move fast enough. Sven seeing her head turn gripped her hair tightly making her cry out. As her mouth opened the man's soiled cock was rammed between her lips moving rapidly to and fro, fucking her facial orifice. As her tongue made contact with the plunging weapon, the upper class girl could not help but taste the faeces of the humble servant. Neither could she prevent the reflex action of swallowing down the mixture of both pre-cum nor particles of waste matter.

Though her sensitivities told her she must stop, Clara felt her tongue begin to lick the hard shaft that was fucking her face. Now her eyes were wide open looking up to meet the gaze of the tall blonde Swede, who in turn was amazed by the girl's actions that greatly increased his feelings of sexual arousal. A perverse thought arose in the head of Clara: 'Is this how the Vikings of old violated young Anglo- Saxon girls?' Her next thought was wondering how much sexual enjoyment they got from it: 'Lucky girls!'

Reaching out with her spare hand she pushed Emma's head down until her tongue was licking her anus. Lewd violations and chastisements only increased Clara's sexual pleasure. When the big Swede released his grip on her head Clara willingly and enthusiastically continued to lick and suck on the soiled cock as though it was a tasty lollipop.

When the men were about to climax both females were made to kneel on the bed with open mouths and take the sperm, swallowing every drop. Sven took hold of Clara's face holding it in place, waiting while the blood left the veins of his penis. As it slackened Clara realised what sexual act he intended to do next. Knocking him away she dropped onto the floor and from under the bed grabbed the chamber pot. To his surprise the Swede saw her take hold of his dangling penis, hold it over her open mouth and position the porcelain vessel under her chin. Clara was going to allow the full force of his piss flow over her face, into her mouth and swallow.

With a wicked smirk she put out her tongue and pushed it against his one-eyed snake, sucked the tip and moaned agreeably when dribbles of the yellow urine appeared. As her tongue licked the stream of piss into her mouth Sven relaxed the muscles of his bladder filling Clara's mouth with the hot pungent bodily fluid.

Emma looked on in envy, grabbing the hand of the Norseman, using his fingers as a dildo to bring her to orgasm. When the flow of piss ceased Clara stood and bid the Swede to kneel at her feet pressing her vagina against his mouth; now it was her turn - she fucked his face and within minutes experienced a massive orgasm.

In the early hours of the morning, the men gone, Clara awoke with Emma lying beside her. Easing the covers back, her head went down between Emma's thighs and her tongue treated the servant girl to a good cunt licking exciting her clitoris until she reached orgasm. They played with and kissed each other's nipples until they both drifted off back to sleep.

At breakfast, normality had been restored. Daughter and mother ate their meal quietly, served by maids never before seen by Clara. Benson had resumed his position as Head Butler, relieving Smith of his extra responsibilities.

'I suggest you keep this afternoon free, Clara. I shall be receiving guests for luncheon and certain people from around the estate will be gathering in the vicinity of the stables and paddock.'

'For what purpose Mother?'

'To witness the punishment of Wilson and Mary. I invite people from the estate so they can see what happens if they break the rules and transgress.'

'Gosh, will it be violent?'

'Of course not. But it might appear that way to the young uninformed watchers - make them think twice before taking liberties or exercising a loose tongue. It's more symbolic than anything. I imagine Wilson and Mary will garner much pleasure from taking part. The real punishment comes from deducting money from their wages.'

Clara decided to take a stroll around the house, reminding herself how it looked when she was younger. Some things had changed; certainly there were more servants than she remembered. She thought it would be a good idea to go below stairs, a place where she spent much time sampling the delicious cakes made by the cook at that time.

Wandering along the corridor she heard raised voices.

'That's the second breakage this week, you clumsy girl. Now, Mr Benson and I can either report you to Lady Thornton and let her decide on your punishment, or you can pacify Mr Benson by accompanying him to his room and seeing if you can improve his mood - and when I'm less busy we can see if you can get back into my good books.'

'I'll go with Mr Benson,' the girl whimpered.

Clara dodged into a small room used as a larder, leaving the door slightly ajar. Along the passage came Benson, holding the arm of a young scullery maid, pulling her along. Knowing where he was taking her she let them get well ahead before following. Clara reasoned that Benson would probably be old enough to be the girl's grandfather. Then she realised he was probably old enough to be hers too! She reckoned the girl was only months younger than her own nineteen years.

On her approach to the servants living quarters where Benson enjoyed the luxury of having two rooms, Clara heard the door being closed. She crept up close and not seeing anything through the keyhole put her ear against the woodwork.

'Take off your apron girl, and sit on the chair.'

There was a short period of silence before the butler again spoke.

'You seem to be a very well developed lass - undo your bodice and let me have a better look at your bosoms.'

There was a further pause then the sound of clothing being ruffled up.

'Yes, you have nice titties, very nice indeed. Now, tell me, girl, have you ever seen a man's cock when it is stiff and hard?'

'No sir, never.'

More noises of clothing being undone then the girl uttered a loud gasp.

'You probably won't see many as big as this! What is your name, anyway?'

Tilly, sir, people call me Tilly.'

Are you a virgin, Tilly?'

'Yes, I am sir, though after my eighteenth birthday my Uncle wanted to take my maidenhead but my mother forbade him to.'

'Then this weapon of mine would cause you much pain - I shall be kind to you and settle for a good suck instead of a good fuck!' Benson guffawed very loudly, amused by his own wit.

'In my mouth sir - you want to put it in my mouth?' The girl was shocked.

'I do that, by gum I do!' The butler said. 'Come into the bedroom.'

Clara waited until the voices faded and quietly and slowly opened the door, stepping into Benson's private quarters. She cared not a fig that she might be discovered. After the numerous times Benson had spied and eavesdropped on her outside her room it was time for her to get revenge.

Clara now approached the bedroom door which Benson hadn't bothered to fully close - now she was able to see the reflection of both parties through a mirror. Tilly was sat on the bed, now, her breasts hanging out; the older man had removed his jacket and was tugging on his huge cock.

'Pity you haven't been broken in, I'd love to fuck you in both your cunt and your back passage. Lift your skirt, take off your pants, open your thighs, and at least let me see your virgin cunny!'

Clara watched with great interest via the mirror's reflection. The girl obeyed, opening her thighs, holding up her clothes. When Benson moved closer her view was spoilt.

'Open your mouth wide young Tilly!' Benson ordered pushing his cock toward her open lips. 'Suck the head of my penis, take in as much as you can and lick the underside with your tongue, while I wank my foreskin!'

Clara watched, wishing she had known the faithful servant in his younger days. She felt dampness between her legs wishing he was fucking her. Even with the great difference in ages she had enjoyed having his cock on the few occasions since her return to London; his weapon had really filled her mouth. She wondered how many times her mother had been pleasured by the butlers long thick tree-trunk.

Clara's hand had gone up her skirt to finger her pussy but that was a mistake as the movement attracted the attention of young Tilly who was visibly startled. The sex act was halted - Clara, revealed herself to the two fornicators.

'Carry on!' she exclaimed, hoping her tone of voice sounded sufficiently commanding. Staying calm and confident she sashayed over to the bed and sat beside the scullery maid. She took hold of Benson's cock and held it close to Tilly's mouth, before whispering softly in her ear.

'Put it back in your mouth - and suck it like you have been asked!'

Tilly nervously obeyed, then yelped with surprise when she felt Clara's hand play with her nipples. Giving her a minute to get used to being touched, Clara then dropped her hand, sliding it up her thigh to find the girl's clitoris. Benson was delighted, forced to gasp for breathe out of excitement.

'That's very erotic, Miss Clara, very erotic indeed!'

'Let me see you fill her mouth with your sperm, Benson!'

Clara could not resist having a suck and a lick of the older man's cock herself before she held Tilly's head and pressed it against the bulbous helmet of the big thick penis. Knowing exactly where and how to touch the maid, Clara very soon raised Tilly's sexual arousal; the girl was completely submissive, like putty in her hands.

Benson knew he hadn't much time and needed to return to his duties, masturbating furiously he soon exploded sending copious amounts of his jism shooting over Tilly's face and breasts. Adding to the man's pleasure was the sight of Clara licking the warm thick globules from the girl's cheeks and sucking it off her breasts.

'Open your mouth and show me how much you have taken in!' Clara told Tilly. 'Let me see you swallow it all down!'

As Benson wiped his cock and prepared to resume his duties he watched Clara sink down between the thighs of the scullery maid and continue to excite her clitoris with her tongue. The butler managed to stay long enough to see the girl's expression when her body tensed to enjoy the thrill of a powerful orgasm.

'We will have to educate Tilly further on the joys of experiencing sexual pleasure,' Clara told Benson, as they sent the girl back to the kitchens; the manservant agreed.

Lunchtime was approaching, as were the guests mother had invited.

'Who exactly are these people, they are not of our social class!' Clara commented as she and her mother watched from the window as Smith and a maid greeted the party of three who had arrived in a new but noisy automobile. Clara, in spite of her support of certain causes that affected common people could be very snobbish.

'New money, my dear. A self made man working his way up - a social climber, with a wife who makes no attempt to hide her lust for life. The young woman with them is their daughter who now has to seek employment as she is not academically gifted. Her constant presence cramps the style of her parents who use their money to follow a hedonistic lifestyle. The father has developed, some would say, an unhealthy interest in his daughter. Both he and the mother would be happy to see the girl initiated into our little group - hoping she'd become a keen follower, therefore presenting no problem or threat to their way of life.'

'I take it the mother is aware that her husband harbours taboo desires toward his daughter?' Clara asked.

'Putting it plainly, he'd love to watch the girl being fucked, then fuck her himself whilst his wife would be happy to encourage, watch then join in! They know no bounds.'

'How do you know this mother?'

'At our parties there are many things that need to be kept secret. Discretion is essential and important, not only for the acts indulged in but also for what is spoken about. Secrets are freely shared when enough drink and drugs have been consumed. This couple are by far not the only ones who involve their offspring.'

'Why are they here this particular day?'

'The girl has already been here when men and women have fondled and kissed people they are not married to. Her parents wish to see how she will respond to watching overt sexual acts. As many folk will be here to see Wilson and Mary; some from the village and farms, household staff, other friends, all ages, they hope a large number of spectators will give the event an air of normality, and that their daughter accepts it as entertainment for grownups - and ideally, enjoys watching the spectacle herself! There are many facets to what is planned for this afternoon.'

After Benson helped the cook organise some simple refreshments and aperitifs Clara joined her mother in helping to keep their guests entertained. Fascinated by the revelations she had heard from her mother Clara paid very close attention to parents and daughter. Clearly the daughter, Anne, though slightly older than Clara was timid and shy, not unlike Tilly the scullery maid. Clara also noticed the lewd glances she kept getting from the father, Henry. His wife Dorothy openly stared at the crotches of both Benson and his assistant Smith, when they served her coffee and offered tit-bits to eat. Clara thought the woman might have already seen the cocks of the two men from attending one of the orgies. Benson's big cock may have already penetrated the holes of Dorothy.

Clara's attention wandered off, and daydreaming she pondered if Henry had ever watched his wife being well fucked by Benson. What reaction will they have when meeting the 'Vikings', Clara wondered; would father enjoy watching his wife and daughter being well fucked by the tall muscular blonde men? Would the parents conspire to sedate Anne and open her legs making her take cock? Lady A's loud voice put a stop to Clara's daydreaming.

'Clara, pay attention, you are being spoken to!'

'Sorry!' Clara said apologising.

Henry addressed her. 'I was asking if you are home permanently now.'

'Yes, I am,' Clara answered.

'So we will have the pleasure of your company when we attend the various events that your mother kindly invites us over to enjoy? I assume you will be joining us at these events?'

Clara smiled at the careful way he worded his question; she wanted to ask him if he was referring to the sex orgies?

'Mother will expect me to show myself at the events you have alluded to, yes.'

Henry didn't inquire further, he seemed stuck for words.

'And will we have the company of your daughter Anne at these events?' Clara asked with a sweet, though false, smile. 'I'm sure both Anne and I will thoroughly enjoy ourselves.'

Henry looked flushed, while his wife had to suppress her urge to laugh. Lady A kept a straight face.

Benson then appeared and announced that luncheon was ready to be served, which diverted the conversation back to discussing more mundane subjects. The meal went well, and then the group relaxed while they had coffee and brandy. When Anne wasn't offered any alcohol, Clara rose from her seat and pouring a reasonable measure walked over to the girl and handed it to her.

'Brandy is very good for warming the body and inducing feelings of well-being and calmness - who knows what the afternoon will bring?' Clara had turned to face the others while she delivered her cryptic message.

A cacophony of noise was heard coming from the direction of the stables.

'I think we ought to go and see what is going on,' Lady A said. 'Bring your drinks.'

As they all rose and moved toward the door Clara secretly held Anne's wrist steady and topped up her brandy glass. The girl gave a smile but said nothing, enjoying the naughtiness.

Walking across the large cobbled yard they saw all manner of folk coming from the stables, many cheering and clapping, some rowdy, many drinking. The clatter of horses hooves on the cobbles was then heard and what then appeared stopped Lady A's little group in their tracks. Two large stallions, being ridden by Wilson and Mary was not in itself unusual - but the fact that both were naked with hands tethered was.