We discussed prices and quickly reached an agreement; delivery would be made to Lady Birch’s address next Monday. The proprietor expressed no surprise when informed of the address or his customer’s title. I suppose with his prices, the gentry are his main clients.
As I left the store, I found it difficult to contain my excitement. That evening, I wrote a quick note to Lady Birch detailing my expenditure and telling her to expect delivery. With this done, I could only impatiently await next Friday.
Time seemed to pass slowly, but on Friday evening I found myself once more in Kensington knocking on Lady Birch’s door. The same maid answered, although she looked very flustered by my arrival.
“Lady Birch will see you in the nursery upstairs.”
I followed the maid up the stairs and could not help but regard her shapely bottom.
The nursery was on the top floor, and the maid indicated the door I should enter.
Inside I was struck once again by the strong smell of leather, and the spanking bench took pride of place in the middle of the floor. I also noticed the canes and the straps were displayed on hooks, ready for use. I couldn’t help but feel excited.
“Lady Birch, lovely to see you again.”
“Victoria, please call me Victoria.”
“Of course, I’m Adam. Do you like your new purchases?”
“They are,” she paused and rubbed her hand along the red leather, “exciting.”
This helped to confirm my suspicion that this was not just about keeping her staff in line; this was stimulating her excitement. I thought even sexually, that thought excited me at the same time.
“How has your week been? Have you talked to your staff?”
“Yes, I spoke to them all, and they have all agreed to the new regime, although most are nervous about what they have let themselves in for. But I like to think we are like a family; I try to create an atmosphere where we support each other. I hope they would agree with me, and I hope they see the need to raise standards.”
“Have they seen in here?”
“Adam, you should know it is impossible to keep secrets in this house, everyone has visited this room, and I think it only added to everyone’s nervousness.”
“I can understand that, but hopefully that will help to bring about the change you wish.”
“You would have thought so, but I’m afraid Rose has again disgraced herself and this household. She is courting a member of staff from one of my acquaintances, and they have been behaving improperly. I have told her to expect discipline this evening.”
I felt a flutter of excitement. “I see, and have I met Rose?”
“She opened the door to you this evening, she is a sweet girl. I partly blame myself; I should have advised her of the acceptable way to court her young man.
Nevertheless, she is deserving of punishment, and I want this to be memorable. This will send out a clear message to everyone.”
“What punishment do you have in mind?”
“I have thought on this since we met, all my staff are adults and therefore should be aware of their responsibilities. I suggest I bare-bottomed spanking, followed by several strokes of the cane. We must make sure everyone understands the new rules and expectations.”
“Does Rose know this?”
“Not in detail, but I did give her a good idea of what to expect.”
“That explains why she looked so nervous when she answered the door to me earlier.”
Victoria smiled. “Yes, I would be the same in her shoes.”
“Are there any other issues?”
“No, Rose has known what will happen to her since Monday. So, everyone else would have known at the same time, and nobody has dared to step out of line.”
Again, she smiled. When she smiled, her whole face lit up. She was a beautiful woman.
“Let us get this disagreeable task done, I shall stay and watch proceedings.”
Her face and body language contradicted her words, I sensed her excitement at what was about to happen.
“I will call her in but leave how to dispense the discipline to you.”
I nodded, and I felt excited by what was unfolding before me. Elizabeth opened the door and called Rose into the room. She must have been waiting in the hallway, as she appeared straight away, looking very apprehensive.
There were two seats in the room. I sat and took a deep breath to compose myself.
“Rose, come here and stand before me.”
She shuffled over. I took a proper look at her. She was of middle height with short, curly hair. She looked to have a nice figure, but I knew I would get a much closer look shortly.
“You know why you are here?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You know what is to happen to you?”
“I think so, yes.”
“And what is that?”
“I am to be punished.”
“Do you agree you need punishment?”
There was a moment of silence. “Yes, I have embarrassed Lady Birch with my behaviour, and I am so very sorry.” Tears had already formed in her eyes.
“I am glad you are sorry, and I intend to punish you to ensure it does not happen again. Have you ever been spanked?”
Rose looked even more uncomfortable at the question, “Yes.” She mumbled.
“When was the last time?”
“Three years ago, my father spanked me.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-one years old.”
“Three years is too long between spankings; I believe in firm and regular punishment. I believe all young ladies should be subject to regular maintenance punishments.” I paused to let this sink in. “Have you ever been caned?”
A longer pause. “Yes, but that was at school.”
“Well, you are going to be spanked and caned this evening, you will leave this room with a sore bottom to remind you to behave more appropriately in the future.”
“Yes, sir.”
“There is no point in further delay, could you please undress down to your underwear and then come and stand beside me.”
Rose hesitated, and Elizabeth said. “Rose, this will not do, you know you are due a punishment, you agreed it was warranted, please let’s not delay any further.” She did not raise her voice, but the tone of command was obvious.
Rose rushed to obey, she removed her apron, folded it, and placed it on the corner table, then unbuttoned and removed her dress. I could only watch this scene with bated breath. I hoped that my erection was not too obvious, but the scene being played out before me was highly erotic. Soon she was dressed only in her corset with black stockings attached by suspenders and her drawers, in addition, she was wearing black ankle boots. All her clothing was clean, and made of cotton, but very well-worn. I asked her to stand by my side.
She stood as I had requested, with her hands in front, hiding her pubic region. I intended to have her remove her drawers for the second part of her punishment, but I thought I would share this with her later.
“Right Rose, over my knees, I need your head right down, keep your feet on the floor and your bottom uppermost.”
There is no easy or elegant way to get into this position, but Rose managed to position herself to my satisfaction. Her white drawers, which temporarily hid her bottom, were laid over my thighs. What a sight she presented, here was something I would enjoy unwrapping more than any Christmas present. I took my time; I was in no hurry.
The atmosphere in the room was silent but tense. I looked at Victoria, she was staring at the scene before her with fascination.
“Rose, I am going to part your drawers now, and then I am going to give your bottom the thorough spanking that it deserves. Please try to keep still during your punishment, and please refrain from making too much noise. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I heard Rose whisper.
I parted her drawers slowly to reveal a chubby, pale bottom that looked wonderful. From my elevated position, I could glimpse some of her pubic hair. Rose had her thighs firmly clamped together, although I knew this would soon change. I would wait to see more later.
I raised my hand and brought it sharply back down to connect with her right buttock, the contact sounded very loud in the quiet room and was accompanied by a small sob from Rose. I commended her spanking, alternating smacks between her buttocks, her cries became steadily louder, and her legs opened and started to kick gently. I could see most of her hidden charms and what a sight they made. When her buttocks were a uniform dark pink colour, I focused my attention on the groove between her cheeks. I was determined this would be a spanking she would not soon forget. For the final part of her spanking, I landed a series of spanks on the top of each thigh, this solicited a series of much louder cries of distress accompanied by more kicking of her legs. I finally stopped when her whole bottom and thighs were a uniform dark pink colour and giving off heat from their mistreatment.
Silence fell in the room except for a slight moaning from Rose, I looked at Victoria, her eyes were huge and staring at the punished bottom over my lap. She looked lost in her thoughts.
“Right up you get Rose. I want you to stand in the corner for a few minutes to compose yourself before we get to the cane.”
She levered herself upright, and her hands immediately rubbed her bottom.
“Rubbing is not allowed, in the corner by the door, face the wall and hands on your head, that will remove any temptation.”
A very sorry-looking Rose slowly walked to the corner and followed my instructions.
I feel embarrassment and humiliation form a large part of punishment; corner time has a part to play in this.
I selected the junior cane from its hook and swished it through the air, both Rose and Victoria jumped at the sound. Hearing the sound of a cane just before you are due to be punished is enough to cause fear and trembling. After a few minutes, I was ready.
“Rose, I need you to remove your drawers and mount the spanking bench.”
She turned, “Please, sir, do I have to?”
Before I could answer, Victoria said. “Yes, please do as you are told. No delays.”
Again, Rose compiled, although with reluctance she stepped out of her drawers and stood before me, her hands once again covering herself. “Hands to your side.”
Rose stood before me, showing her pubic triangle, she looked very embarrassed.
“Now if you would mount the spanking bench, we can get this over with.”
She stepped up to the bench and knelt on the leather pads before lying over the main part of the furniture and positioning her arms correctly. She was now fully displayed before me, there was nothing left to the imagination. Her vagina and the brown ring of her anus with its light covering of hair were laid before me. Victoria’s gaze was transfixed on the vision before us.
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