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Get your own Free Home PageEveryone understood Alice's dual role of mistress of the house and part time slave/sexual plaything to the staff. No one took undue liberties with her or mentioned the times she was given to them for humiliation and/or punishment which now occurred about once a week whether he was present or not. The speakerphone became a permanent fixture in the library but they both liked it better when he was able to enjoy watching as well as listening to her when she was given to one or more of the staff for a bit of bottom warming. Although none of there punishments were quite as painful as what she and Sally received from their men in the correction room they were usually more than enough to bring out tears and a bright red glow. No entrance to her body was safe from serving the men or from the women's attentions with the rubber toys. She would be made to suffer climax after climax and in the back of her mind was the knowledge that the evening would end in her bedroom with one last really good spanking just before hitting the sheets. Her orgasms with him were always the best ones.
Punishment and humiliation were such a part of the life at the estate it should come as no surprise that Sally and Alice were not the only females who found a warm rear end to be a very effective aphrodisiac. The cook and the gardener were often together and after trying to hide her look of contentment and occasional unwillingness to sit while she prepared dinner they announced their intention to live together. Everyone was happy for them but not at all astonished. Mary was the one bold enough to ask, "Does he spank you and do you like it?"
The woman blushed and her lover answered by demonstration. He pulled her over his knee, bared her bottom and started slapping as he said, "Yes I do. No offense to the mistress but I prefer a woman with a full bosom and an ample bottom that likes to be spanked. I've found both right here but she'll have to tell you if she likes it or not herself."
He ceased swatting and stood her up. She held his hand as she faced the audience. "If you weren't here I would give him a piece of my mind about stopping so soon." After exchanging kisses he said quietly but loud enough for all to hear, "Tonight you will sleep in my bed but not until after I give that big bottom of yours a real tanning." She held him and said she couldn't wait. The crowd showed their appreciation at finding two more spanking aficionados in their midst.
When the applause died down the chauffeur looked at the tiny maid and she nodded her head. He led her to the chair and a hushed silence fell over the room as he gently and lovingly stripped her. She stood proudly as her charms were exposed and was not ashamed of the fact that Alice did not have the smallest breasts in the house. His huge hand pushed them out a little farther with his thumb twiddling one nipple while the other fingers were squeezing the opposite number between them. It wasn't till he had her over his lap and rested that monstrous paw on her rear end that he spoke. "As long as others are announcing intentions to form long term relationships this seems the perfect night to tell you we are also going to share living quarters. And before Mary has to ask."
He raised his hand and briefly exposed its diminutive target before coming down hard. When it landed it covered the entire surface and she yelped. It was, however, only the shock of the first swat that caused her outburst and she endured the next dozen with only a few grimaces. He stopped at her first real cry of pain and in nothing flat she was back on her feet. She wasn't on them long as he picked her up for some kisses and her toes were at least six inches off the floor. The results of the short spanking weren't visible since he had that very same hand wrapped around her rear end and holding her up. Not only was the area well covered but his fingers were able to reach between her legs. The expression her face even when he wasn't kissing her convinced everyone where his hidden fingertips were lodged. After this brief display of passion he too promised a longer visit over his knee later.
The only damper on the occasion was concern for Mary. She was the sole resident without a partner. She saw their worried looks and said, "Don't bother about me tonight. We have lots to celebrate and it's a happy occasion. Besides, I have a boyfriend in town who takes care of my needs and I guess that we're a lot like you. He spanks me whenever he can and I love it. I was going to ask if maybe you could find a position for him here so we could be together more. We'd still do our jobs but it would be nice to have him around and even though there are two more rooms available as of today, he could stay with me and be no bother."
Her employer asked what other skills he had besides spanking and making love to one of his staff members. Mary took a deep breath and said, "He is a very good carpenter and cabinet maker and since the old carpenter left a few years ago the workshop is unused and he is much better than the contractors you have to bring in from time to time and you have to admit there are lots of things around the house that could use a little fixing up and improvement and I know he would do a good job and."
The one who asked the question held up his hand to stop the lengthy verbal resume and smiled. "Have him come and see me tomorrow. If he's as good as you seem to think he is he can have the job. I've wanted to find a replacement for old Sam but haven't found the right combination of skills and the proper mindset about corporal punishment of grown women to fit into this household. Believe it or not, your confession about his ability to spank you could be the deciding factor."
Mary hugged him and re-enforced her description of his non- woodworking abilities. "Oh yes! He's a wonderful spanker. Usually he can only go so far because I might make too much noise in his apartment but we've snuck onto the estate lands and used the little cabin by the creek so he could really give it to me. He's as good as Jason when it comes to using his hand but he likes to send me out to cut a switch. After I've picked a good one I have to leave my clothes hanging on the tree that supplied it and return to him nude and trembling. He's a firm believer in corporal punishment and also knows how to satisfy the other urges that come along with it. I'm sure he'll fit in nicely and to prove it, I'd like it you would lend him your paddle so he can demonstrate his ability on me when you introduce him to the staff."
Again her ode to his prowess was met with a smile and a promise to give him careful consideration. Then he called for Jason to get out the best champagne and the party was underway. Since the maid chose not to bother putting her clothes back on the cook followed suit. Her ample bottom was not a new sight since she had undergone a few of Jason's punishments during her tenure and was also revealed during the gardener's recent sample spanking. Although there was no way anyone could not have been aware that her breasts was larger than most, seeing them revealed in all their glory was breathtaking. In the course of the party everyone just had to get a hand on as much of them as they could. Only the chauffeur was able to totally engulf even one of the massive orbs. The smaller exposed pair was also fondled extensively by the crowd and in the spirit of fun the two naked ladies stood next to each other and turned sideways. The difference in their profiles was so great it was comical but neither woman had any envy for the other's attributes. Additionally, the well wishers gave both women more than few good swats on their ample or diminutive rears.
Mary was given leave to spend the night with her boyfriend and if there was anyone otherwise unengaged, and there wasn't, but if there were and they could see into the occupied bedrooms, they would have discovered no less that four good long spankings occurring simultaneously.
The rich are nothing if not paranoid so Mary's friend was subject to an extensive background check as well as long interviews with the master of the house and Jason as head of staff. It took a week to satisfy all their requirements and he was hired. As requested, Mary got to perform the introductions and presented him with her employer's paddle. He refused it and gave her a package instead. She hissed, "I love presents but I told them you were going to paddle me. Can't this wait till later?" He grinned and said, "Nope. Open it."
Slightly embarrassed at the change in plans she tore off the gift wrap and there was a chorus of appreciation for its contents. A beautifully crafted paddle of laminated hardwoods with her name carved on one side. She kissed her present and then him before she handed it to him and did what was necessary so she could stand before him completely nude. As I mentioned earlier, she was a big girl but he had no trouble handling her and his demonstration spanking was much, much more than a token display of how to break in a brand new paddle.
His real initiation into the family was few days later. During this time the library was off-limits to everyone except him and his employer. The end result was a winch like the one in the correction room concealed above a panel in the raised wood ceiling. The controls for the panel and the winch were installed within the molding along the wall and if you didn't know they were there you would never find them. Another nice touch was a portion of the wainscoting that would swing open on hidden hinges and also appeared to the untrained eye to be a normal part of the wall. Behind this panel there was room to store various items that you might not want your everyday visitor to see.
The unveiling of his handiwork was greeted with awe but as soon as Alice saw the winch she had an uncomfortable feeling. Seeing the leather cuffs come out of the new little closet increased her apprehension and her excitement. She almost stepped forward to receive them but he called Mary to him. Alice was very surprised when he put the cuffs on the girl's wrists and ankles and attached her to the ring at the end of the cable. Small pieces of the carpet were expertly cut so you couldn't see the seams and under them were rings bolted to the floor. Ropes went from these to the ankle cuffs to keep her legs spread and the winch pulled her up till her feet left the floor.
The explanation given to the staff was that all of the women would be in a similar position from time to time for the entertainment of everyone else. He stated the obvious by telling them that they would, of course, be totally unclothed. They could see that hanging from the wrists was not very comfortable and were reassured that for most of the time the cable would be lowered so their legs could offer some relief to their arms. He demonstrated and when Mary's feet touched the floor you could see the relief. He went to say that their time hanging unsupported would be slightly longer than Mary's short illustration and they would experience the thin strap he took from the cabinet on all parts of their bodies before being lowered. Then they would remain on display for as long as necessary and if anyone wanted to do more than touch them the cable would be extended so they could bend over and hang onto it while pushing their rear ends out for penetration. However, in light of some innocence among one or more of them, they could refuse anal intercourse but only on their first appearance. He expected them and their lovers to see to proper initiation into this art so all entrances to their bodies were available. Of course, that meant their mouths also but he didn't think that would be a new experience for any of them. Five women blushed at that comment but no one contradicted him. After everyone had their use of them they would stay on the cable for one more hour.
Mary was released and each of the other ladies repeated her quick tour. Alice was saved as the last exhibit. When she presented her arms for the cuffs he said, "For you, tonight is the real thing." She was expecting this and immediately began disrobing but he stopped her. This was going to be the newest member of the staff's first time at seeing her as something other than the mistress of the house. Because it was also a celebration of his woodworking skills, he was going to have the honor of reducing her to a naked slave and preparing her for punishment.
He stepped aside and the young man took his place. Mary had explained how things were and that Alice was often given to them for punishment and humiliation she was to be treated with some manner of respect. So he politely said, "Excuse me Ma'am." as he commenced her stripping. There was nothing rough or coarse about him or his demeanor but he couldn't hide his joy at slowly removing each lovely garment. When all her clothes were put aside he did not command but asked her to give him her arms for the cuffs. However, Mary had also told him that Alice's naked body was always available to be touched so after her ankles were encased in leather he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. When he met some resistance he moved her feet apart and continued his journey. To Alice's relief and frustration, he only wanted to run his hand over her sex and not spend any time there. He did, however, have no objections to fondling her breasts for a minute. But what seemed the worst to Alice was when his fingers traced a line up her neck and stroked her face much as a lover would do and not as the man who was about to string her up to be whipped.
In a few more minutes her arms were straining to hold her weight and the ropes pulled her legs apart so far that her thigh muscles were stretched and starting to ache. She tried to relish this small discomfort knowing that soon it would pale by comparison to what was coming next. And it seemed the same man who had just had his hands on her was going to be the one to use the strap on her.
Mary wasn't the only one to have had a talk with him about punishing Alice. He had also gotten some guidance from his employer and it was that man who would really control the whipping. As the young man wielded the strap he kept one eye on the older one who, by subtle gestures, directed where to strike and how much force to use. The first three strokes were very hard across her bottom as if to let her know this was not going to be a walk in the park. Then he started on her breasts but very lightly and the strap was almost caressing her. All of a sudden she jerked against the ties when he came down hard on them. It continued in this manner, easy strokes to lull her into relaxing and then all hell would break loose.
It was more than a half-hour later when her feet finally touched the floor again. Even the slightest touch of the many hands that traced the red lines was agonizing. When she felt her arms coming down as the winch was lowered she knew what was next on the agenda without being told. She kept her knees locked and bent at the waist. She felt hands gripping her hips and then with the impatience of youth, he shoved in to the hilt.
While she was rocked back and forth on the young man he was saying that it was slightly awkward for a tall fellow like him to crouch down in order to get the proper angle of penetration. His employer agreed that it would be a significant problem for all the men when they had the tiny maid in this position and maybe they could come up with something adjustable to put under the women's feet to raise their bottoms to a more suitable height.
Alice was torn between ecstasy and humiliation. It certainly felt good to have the sexual attentions of a man and there was the familiar degradation of being used by someone other than her lover. But now there was the added shame of knowing her body couldn't hold his interest enough to prevent him from carrying on a conversation about woodworking. Although she normally endured her semi-consensual rape with as much stoic silence as she could this time it called for more desperate measures to uphold the honor of women everywhere. She tightened her muscles and allowed herself to vocalize her enjoyment. Her words surprised everyone and he returned his mental focus to the woman wrapped around him. She had his attention now and he did his duty with a lot of enthusiasm and with the ability to control Alice's movements, really was able to slam into her. Well, at least she was able to revel in her feminine ability to get his mind back where it belonged at a time like this.
When he was done the cable pulled her back upright so two of the women could use artificial penises in her. The one busy in front was pinching her nipples and the one shoving the other toy into the other hole was adding a few spanks to her delectable bottom.
Then it was back down so Jason could show how the real thing could use her smaller entrance to the owner's satisfaction. She stayed bent for the gardener who was more traditional in his tastes regarding intercourse. Then up again so the other two women could have their fun and the chauffeur thought he would like to try something a little different. His solution to the height of the vagina problem was to untie her ankles and lift her so she could wrap her legs around his waist as she settled herself onto him. He held her hips and took a few steps forward and back as he explained how the female could be adjusted so his thrusts could range from just about vertical to almost horizontal. Another advantage of his method was that regardless of her angle in relation to the floor and the thing inside her, she could be moved up and down or even side to side with a minimum amount of effort since her arms were doing most of the work holding her up.
Alice usually kept her opinions about the ways she was humiliated and abused to herself but she felt compelled to comment. "My arms are starting to hurt again but I've never felt anything like this. It's not bad. In fact its..." She didn't have to finish her sentence. Her orgasm was very obvious.
The promise that she could keep her feet on the floor during the post festivities display time was not as much of a boon as she hoped. Her legs were too weak to hold her up long and her arms ended up bearing most of her weight after all. But more important to her than the aches she felt all over was that there was still one more person who hadn't laid a finger (or other more interesting parts) on (or in) her and he was the one she wanted to please the most. In all the times she publicly satisfied someone else's sexual needs (and usually her own too) he had never taken advantage of her in that way. Sex with him was always in a private setting or with Jason and Sally in the other room. She raised her head and looked directly at him and said, "Please. Take your turn now. I need to feel you. Lower the cable and take me. Please." He operated the controls and it was a tired but happy Alice who gladly pushed out her bottom and in a few seconds was gloriously filled.
She remained open and displayed for another hour and the servants had long since left to pursue their pleasures with their respective partners but the one who loved her wanted to see her endure the full allotment of time in that position. It wasn't too bad as he spent a good deal of that time holding her and doing a lot of kissing and the like. He had to carry her to bed and eventually they slept.
They were quite happy together and one night after dinner he was the one on his knees in front of her. He had taken all she had to give but he was a nervous as a schoolboy when he asked for one more thing, her hand in marriage. Shortly thereafter, the staff was assembled and told of the good news and everyone started planning for the wedding. Alice's parents finally got to meet her beau and were favorably impressed. Her father swelled with pride when he was told he did a fine job of raising his daughter and teaching her proper discipline. He was unaware of how his training Alice to take her punishments without question was such an important part in establishing his daughter and her fiance's relationship. Everything went off without a hitch and it was the grandest reception ever seen in those parts.
The other couples in the house eventually married each other also and everybody lived happily ever after except for that one incident involving the Ferris wheel, the flute player and the cookie jar but that's another story.
The End
Quillis
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