It was a warm summer evening when the drawing room began to fill with the members of the household that were still alive. Lady Phister, austere in her high necked dress that could do little to hide her attractive curves. Her chestnut hair neatly piled upon her head she moved with precision and dignity.
Behind her were the Lucia sisters. Ava, her jet black hair cascading over her bare shoulders in a dark blue dress that was provocative boarding on openly confrontational. Gwendoline, the middle child, hair a mop of long golden curls in a more traditional and elegant gown of ivory and Marianne, flame red hair with the dress to match. Freckles lightly covering her nose and the top of her chest which drew the eye to the hint of cleavage visible from the neckline.
Behind them came Edgars the butler. The former soldier walked as though he were on his way to the parade ground. Bringing up the rear was Peggy, the gamekeeper's daughter. Her hair in a long plait she wore a simple dress of rough brown cloth.
The group filed into the drawing room where the man who summoned them awaited them. Lord Saucy Whimsy sat relaxed in a leather wingback chair. Clad in a fine tailored suit of dark purple and a set of pince-nez resting upon his nose he was intently studying a book. As they entered he looked up in mock surprise.
"Why, what a wonderful surprise. Do please take a seat." The Lucia sisters sat together on a chaise and Lady Phister sat in the other wingback chair by the fireplace. Edgars and Peggy remained standing.
"Come, come Edgars. No need to stand on ceremony."
"It is not my place to sit with my betters your Lordship."
"Very well, have it your own way. Still, no reason to keep young Peggy on her feet. Come take a seat my dear." Lord Whimsy indicated to the pouffe. Peggy stepped forward and tentatively lowered herself onto it like it might explode at any moment. When it looked like she was finally settled Lord Whimsy snapped his book closed with a dramatic flourish.
"No doubt you are all curious as to the reason that I summoned you all here. The facts before us are these: Lord Alfred Phister passed away in the night 3 days ago. A look of twisted agony upon his face. The following day Fellows the gamekeeper and father to dear young Peggy is also found dead, his britches around his ankles and his tallywhacker up like a flagpole, at least for a while. Naturally two mysterious deaths in so short while time warranted further investigation so it was a good thing I happened to have stopped over as Alfie's guest. After looking into the facts of the case I am ready to reveal all though I think I should warn you that it may be shocking to some of you.
Ava Lucia scoffed "Don't think us such delicate flowers my Lord. I think we are all made of sterner stuff than you might imagine. We may well surprise you." Lord Whimsy offered a wolfish grin in return.
"Oh I do hope so Miss Lucia. In fact I'm rather counting on it." Ava held his gaze while her sisters played coy.
"Lady Phister, would you be so good as to come join me over here" Lord Whimsy beckoned her to him. Slowly and looking uneasy Lady Phister approached the seated Lord Whimsy.
"How may I be of service my Lord?" Lord Whimsy offered her his most disarming smile.
"Well my Lady, I'd like you to get over my knee if you please." Lady Phister turned red, half in anger and half in mortification.
"I most certainly will not. I am the Lady of this house and of this estate. How dare you make such a demand!"
"Demand? Neigh, I but made a request and rather politely too. However if demand is what you want then let me say this. I am a Peer of the Realm and Justice of the Peace. If I were to ask you to get on your hands and knees and bark like a dog it would be the height of impudence to hesitate in fulfilling your duty. What I'm asking is relatively simple in comparison. Bend over my knee this instant." Cheeks still flushed with emotion Lady Phister lowered herself and bent forward over Lord Whimsy's knee with all the quiet dignity she could muster. Once she was settled Lord Whimsy looked about the room to see faces of confusion, embarrassment and (in the case of Ava Lucia) mild amusement. He addressed his audience.
"Allow me to present my first piece of evidence." He began to lift up the hem of Lady Phister's dress. Her Ladyship looked quietly indignant as Lord Whimsy slowly exposed her ankle, then her calf, then her knees, her thighs and finally her pale rump, full and round, on display for the whole room to see, even her staff. There was a sharp intake of collective breath. "As you can see, Lady Phister appears to have neglected to put on her underwear this morning. Most remiss for someone who presents such a proper image to the world, but then that's what gave you away my Lady. The facade was too precise, too calculated. I knew it must be hiding something" as he spoke Lord Whimsy stroked the curve of her exposed bottom with the palm of his hand. "I think you've been a very naughty girl Lady Phister and you're going to tell us all about it."
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Lady Phister said defiantly. Lord Whimsy just smiled. "Yes, I rather had the feeling you would choose the hard way. After all, that is what you enjoy isn't it?"
Lord Whimsy raised his hand and brought it down on Lady Phister's left buttock. The room echoed with the resounding slap and moments later a yelp came from Lady Phister. To the unknowing eye it would seem like unspeakable cruelty but Lord Whimsy felt the way she moved on top of his lap. A subtle, involuntary response. A light grinding of the hips and an undulating of the body that told him he had been right. Hypothesis confirmed he rewarded himself by spanking the right buttock. Thus it continued, Lord Whimsy delivering alternating spanks to each buttock. Enjoying the way the flesh trembled and began to redden.
The rest of the room watched in awed silence. Ava had begun to breathe heavily, her bosom heaving. Gwendoline lightly bit her bottom lip. Marianne traced her fingers down her neck and decolletage in an absent minded fashion. Peggy, less versed in the behaviour of a lady, had her hand between between her legs and was inelegantly thrusting herself against it. Even Edgars, who was attempting to remain aloof, was very obviously aware of what was taking place.
"My dear Lady Phister. Tell these good people the truth. You have a rapacious appetite for the pleasures of the flesh don't you?" He brought his hand down yet again on what was now a very pink bottom indeed. The yelps had long since merged with moans of pleasure.
"Yes" was all she could manage.
"Poor old Alfie just couldn't keep up could he. He did his best poor thing but try as he might you were insatiable weren't you?" Another hard strike made contact with sore flesh.
"Yes" another spank. This was harder.
"Yes what?"
"Yes...my Lord"