Mary was nervous. The Lord of the house, Lord Dorsent was coming back to the estate. He was to be expected any day now and she and the rest of the staff had been preparing for his arrival all week. There had been a lot of work to done as some of his peers were joining as well. All the other kitchen maids had already gone to bed, but Mary had been restless and couldn't sleep. She had decided to try out a new baking recipe and had returned to the kitchen while the rest of the house slept. Mary had been stirring the cake mixture when she bumped a wooden spoon of the counter. Mary bend down to pick up the spoon when she heard the sound of fabric tearing. This summer her body had grown so much that the fabric around her breasts had became quite tight, but she hadn't been able yet to buy a new dress. For some time now, she had felt quite some tension on her neckline while undergoing the disapproving looks of the other female servants, as well as the leering ones of the male ones. Apparently the pressure of bending down had been too much on the fabric.
Looking down, Mary saw that her breasts spilled out of the dress. The neckline had torn so low, that her nipples were almost visible through her thin chemise. Mary made a distressed sound. She could not be seen like this. While she was trying to think of a way to escape to her room without encountering anyone, the kitchen door flew open. She recognised Lord Nordfolk, one of her masters close friends from Eton. She had often secretly admired him from afar when he stayed at the estate. She had thought that he was quite handsome despite his stern look. Her panic rose when he strode inside. He came to an halt when he saw her crouching down. His eyebrows rose while he watched her desperately trying to cover up her breasts. Slowly Mary stood. As Lord Nordfolks look darkened, she was afraid she wasn't doing a very good job at shielding her bosom.
"What's your name maid?" he asked brusque.
"Mary, my Lord." she replied meekly, avoiding his gaze.
"Well Mary, what a surprise to walk in on you like this. I think I'm the first of the party to arrive. I believe even your master isn't in yet, correct?"
Mary nodded while staring at the floor. She felt Lord Nordfolks intense gaze while he stepped in front of her. "Look at my when I talk to you." he added curt.
Mary met his gaze while she felt herself blush.
"Do you think you can walk around like some trollop with your tits exposed just because your master isn't around, Mary?" he asked.
Mary was horrified and her face turned scarlet. "No my Lord, it was an ac-"
"I do not need to hear your excuses," he interrupted. "Drop your hands."
Mary gave him a pleading look, "Please my Lord, I-"
"Do I need to repeat myself?" He demanded.
Mary let her hands fall to the sides of her body. Finally released, her breasts sprung free. Lord Nordfolk gaze intensified as he looked on. Mary held her breath as he came forward and cupped a breast. She made a sound of dismay, but Lord Nordfolk shushed her.
"Maids who walk around with their tits out don't get to complain Mary."
He seemed fascinated by her bosom and was now using both hands. "I don't think I've ever seen such large tits before," he mumbled to himself. "I need both hands to cup one breast. It almost looks ridiculous." He ripped her chemise and freed her breasts completely. Her nipples grew hard against the cold air.
Mary was horrified and embarrassed while he went on groping her. The other maids had started teasing her when her breasts had grown so much. She had tried to stay away from the groomsmen, as she had felt their stares and heard their degrading comments. But now, she could not escape Lord Nordfolk, as he was a respected peer and close friend of her master. She had always thought that he was an honourable man and hoped that he would quickly let her go.
But her hope disappeared as Lord Nordfolk said "I think you need to be punished. This is a respectable household and no servant should walk around like this. As your master is away, I believe I should carry out the punishment in his place." He pinched her nipple and she shrieked. It had really hurt. Tears filled her eyes at the pain and embarrassment.
"Turn around and bent over." he ordered.
Mary sighed. But before she could comply, Lord Nordfolks hand came down and slapped her tit. Mary cried out.
"Obey when I give you an order."
Hastily Mary turned and bend over the counter.
"Lift up your skirts, your chemise as well."
It felt humiliating to expose herself like this when she knew he was watching. His hand went over her arse and he pulled on her pubic hair.
"Are you still a virgin?" he asked.
Mary shook her head and blushed. Tom, one of the groomsman, had promised her that he would marry her if she would allow him to have his way with her. But he hadn't kept his word and left the estate soon after. Her heart had been broken.
"Of course not, how could I expect anything different from a trollop who walks through the kitchen with her absurdly large tits for everyone to see. Did you want someone to find you like this?"
"No my Lor-" Mary squealed when to wooden spoon that got her in trouble in the first place, came down on her arse cheek. Lord Nordfolk started spanking the enter surface of her arse cheeks with the spoon. She felt embarrassed, being spanked with the wooden spoon she had been using just a few minutes before. After a few minutes, the pain of the spanking became too much to bare. Slap after slap were applied to her cheeks which turned from pink to crimson. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire and Mary started sobbing and trashing, trying to get away from his ruthless arm. But Lord Nordfolks strong arm and legs kept the maid in place. When the pain of the wooden spoon stopped, Mary felt relieved. Now that is was over, she decided that it hadn't been so bad after all. But Mary was too absorbed in her self-pity that she hadn't realised that Lord Nordfolk had taken of his belt. Abruptly his belt came down on her arse leaving a welt as evidence. Mary howled every time the belt came down. In no time, her sobbing was even worse then before, as her entire backside was covered in welts. When Lord Nordfolk stopped, she panicked, as she felt his fingers at her entrance.
He barked a laugh when he felt her wetness. "What a slut you are. Why is your cunt wet slut? Are you enjoying this?"
Mary wailed, "No my Lord."
"This is supposed to be a punishment, you won't learn from it if you're getting this wet." Suddenly, he roughly spun her around. "Maybe your tits will make you feel more regretful." The belt came down on one tit, and then the other. Mary cried out, it hurt even worse than the belt on her arse. She couldn't stop crying as the belting went on. His tight grip on her made it impossible to get away. It felt like he was purposely trying to hit her nipples. Every time the belt came down on her nipple, she couldn't help but scream. When her tits were as nicely covered in welts as her arse, Lord Nordfolk pushed her down on the ground.
"On your knees, slut. Stop crying. You're going to suck my cock as a thank you for taking the time to give you your needed discipline."
He opened his breeches and pulled out his member. She was terrified when she looked at it. It was way bigger than Toms had been. She had no idea how this would ever fit.
Lord Nordfolk was growing impatient, "Open up."
When she didn't immediately complied, he slapped her face. "Open your mouth slut, let me in." Hesitantly she opened her mouth. She licked him carefully. He tasted like sweat and clearly hadn't taken a bath after riding his horse for hours. She tried not the think about where his cock had been. She had no idea what to do and just licked and sucked him softly. Lord Nordfolk grabbed her nipple and pinched. Mary yelped at the sharp pain.
