Ghost of Bledgemoor Hall

Chapter 4. Douched

Noon. "Wake up, Veronica, wake up!" Slowly Veronica awoke to Gloria's angry voice and felt the bedclothes being pulled off. Worse, she held the hairbrush.

"No, Gloria. Please no." Veronica cried.

"It's ma'am to you girl. You are hired help. Help that was supposed to be at work hours ago." Gloria laid the brush on Veronica's pubic mound. "You deserve a severe hiding girl. Unfortunately with the workmen downstairs, I cannot give it to you at the moment. Nor do I know if the bruising that shows on your body is real. It seems to be and it seems painful so that too may prevent me from punishing you properly."

"They are real and they do hurt badly." Veronica was crying now. "We didn't have time...." She stopped in mid sentence. "Sorry ma'am. I cannot tell you more."

"You can and you will!" Gloria's anger rose. "You will tell me or I'll thrash you so hard until you do. Just you wait until tonight when we're alone here again. I'm not paying you to be a lazy slut. Either you clear off now or get to work and take your punishment later. There had better be a good explanation for all this."

"Ma'am," Veronica pleaded, "I cannot tell you. I just can't. I cannot leave either. I'm tied to this place in ways you will never understand. Sack me if you wish, but please allow me to stay even if it is in one of the tiny servant's rooms upstairs or even the punishment room in the cellar. Just let me stay for a while anyway. I must...."

"What punishment room? Where'd you get that notion from?" Veronica just shook her head, closed her eyes and set her mouth firmly shut. She knew she'd already said too much. Gloria berated her for a while longer but seeing she was getting nowhere, abruptly ordered her to dress and get to work. "I'll consider your position here later," she snapped finally.

"Thread this wire through for me, would you?" The young electrician, who everyone called Sparkie, asked. "I'll pull it when it comes through and perhaps you can watch and see it doesn't kink." Veronica was trying to clear up in the lounge but the floorboards were still up along one side of the room and there were coils of electrical cable lying around. She did as requested. "Thanks love," Sparkie said when he returned from the other side of the wall. "If you wouldn't mind doing the same thing with these other three coils, then I can get the floor down and you can finish clearing up." Sparkie paused, "You don't seem too happy today. Surely no late night orgies out here." He laughed and Veronica smiled for the first time that afternoon.

"Not exactly, but sometimes it is difficult to sleep in an old house like this. Of course, I'll help with the wires."

"When do you get time off?" Sparkie asked.

"Not until we get you lot out of here, I guess," Veronica replied. She realised that for the first time she was being 'chatted up.' An hour later she was still helping Sparkie although there was no real need. Finally the last of the floorboards were down and Sparkie had to move into the next room.

"Thanks for the help," he said as he left, "Maybe we should get together after work and have some fun."

"What am I going to do Becky?" Veronica sat on the loo. With all the workmen around it was the only place she could find a little privacy. "I can't tell Gloria about us without her going berserk and probably throwing me out. I still want to go back with you and learn more about life in your time, even if it is painful. I can't leave here."

"What do you want to do with the knowledge you get from me, Ronnie? Keep it to yourself? Give talks? Write a book?"

"I wouldn't mind writing a book. But I wouldn't want to handwrite it like in your days. I don't have a computer of my own and I doubt Gloria's in a mood to loan me one of hers. I'll think about it." She flushed the loo and returned to the chaos in the kitchen and made a huge pot of tea to serve to motley collection of men and the two girls working there. Sparkie, she noticed, was chatting to one of them and causing her to giggle. Veronica guessed he was trying his luck with her.

"Well? Do I get an explanation now?" Gloria demanded in a threatening tone. Veronica had seen nothing of her employer until dinner that evening; dinner eaten in stony silence. Now with the clearing up done, Veronica knew the questioning and possible punishment would begin. "Answer me girl!"

Looking at Gloria with more courage than she felt, Veronica replied firmly. "No, ma'am. I cannot give you an explanation at this time."

"Cannot or will not?"

"Bit of both ma'am. Either way the result is the same. I cannot tell you. And as I said before, I cannot leave here either."

"And if I throw you out?"

"I would have to find a way back in and hide in one of the many empty rooms. I'm sorry ma'am. These things are outside my control." Her tone was defiant.

"So the only other alternative is for me to thrash it out of you. It seems you leave me no other choice Veronica."

"Ma'am, please don't do that. On top of what I have already had, it would be just too cruel."

"Show me." Veronica opened her blouse and showed the blotches and bruises on her breasts caused by Peter's and Kathy's manipulations. Lowering her knickers, revealed stripes across her arse that were now turning purple with yellowish edges and her pubic mound, although protected by more hair than Becky's, was swollen and bruised. Gloria touched the tender flesh carefully. Veronica winced and stifled a cry.

"Please ma'am. They are really painful. Please be careful," Veronica begged.

"So you did have sex with a man last night," remarked Gloria as she probed the depths of Veronica's cunt with her finger, "And I have refrained from using the dildo on you to save your precious virginity." Anger showed in Gloria's voice. "What I just can't understand is how. I sat by your bed most of the night and watched. Your body was seemingly lifeless and yet those red marks appeared on your breasts and on your mound. Your nipples hardened and the labia swelled and then blood and semen flowed out. Just like you were being fucked. But I was the only person near. It was an eerie sensation just watching. How do you explain that? Did a man have you last night? Answer me girl!"

"I can't say what happened ma'am. I just can't tell you."

"You can and you will. I'm not having a little bitch like you trying to pull the wool over my eyes!" Gloria screamed as she stormed out of the room only to return moments later with the dreaded hairbrush. Without further ado, she dragged Veronica to the sofa and laid her across her lap ready for the anticipated spanking. "I've had just about enough of your nonsense girl. I'm supposed to be responsible for your discipline and discipline is what I am going to give you. Too bad your bottom is a little tender already. It will be very much more so when I've done. No girl of your age is going to make a fool of me that's for sure. At least not without paying the full price." Gloria angrily raised the hairbrush.

"BECKY HELP!!" Almost instantly it seemed, Veronica's body went limp as she entered her trance state. Even if she'd wanted to, Gloria could not have stopped the downward passage of the brush. It hit the exposed buttocks with some force but instead of rebounding from firm, resilient flesh, it just flattened the soft, lifeless tissue. Nor did the recipient react to having received a painful blow. She just lay there as though in a deep sleep.

"Damn and bugger the girl," Gloria swore, "She's foiled me again. How does she do it? Who is this Becky? Where does her mind go? Who does things to her body?" Gloria resolved to find out. The problem was how could she do it.

"Thanks Becky. I don't think I could stand another walloping from Gloria. When and where are we?"

"You'll get worse if you stay with me," Becky replied, "But at the moment it is a few hours after we lost our virginity. Master Peter has sent us or rather me, to Mrs. Simmons to get a douche." Veronica noted Becky was holding a candle in a holder and they were moving through the darkened house. She guessed it must be the early hours of the morning and wondered what sort of reception they would get from Mrs. Simmons. She didn't have long to wait. Becky timidly knocked at Mrs. Simmons door. No reply. She knocked again a little louder and a sleepily angry voice ordered her in.

"You should have been here hours ago girl!" the woman complained as she turned up the oil lamp at her bedside. It woke her husband. Both sat up in bed. Both were naked. "Get that dress off, girl." Becky hesitated when she saw Mr. Simmons staring. "Hurry up girl," Mrs. Simmons barked, "Reggie will get to see you close enough ere long and his prick will give you a good poking as soon as the masters have had their fill."

Still unused to men seeing her unclothed, Becky blushed but did as ordered. Reggie got up from the bed and sat in a wooden chair. In doing so Becky had a clear view of his semi hard prick as it jutted from his body at a slight downward angle. "Lie with your shoulders on the floor and your hips up between Reggie's knees. I need that little cunnie of yours pointing up at the ceiling," Mrs. Simmons instructed. When she couldn't seem to get into the required position, Reggie gripped her legs and hauled them up until he could grip her waist between his thighs. He then pushed her legs apart so her cunt was fully open. Becky could only lie in that rather obscene and slightly uncomfortable position and watch as the butler's fingers explored her opening.

"She's really tight and small," he remarked to his wife, "Young girls like her should remain tight for a while even when the masters and their friends have poked her a good many times."

"No need for you to worry overmuch now. Just hold her open while I fill this douche and get her cleaned so we can get a few more hours sleep."

Becky watched with trepidation as the large polished metal syringe was filled with liquid from a jug. Veronica had never seen anything like it, "Surely," she thought, "They are not going to put that unsterilised thing in Becky's cunt." But they did. Reggie pulled her cunt lips apart and Freida pushed the bluntly rounded end of the cylinder in and when she was satisfied it had penetrated far enough, pushed the plunger down forcing the liquid into the depths of her vagina. Becky sobbed with the pain as this large foreign object and a liquid that stung invaded the already tender tissues inside her vagina. The syringe was left in for some minutes and then removed for Becky to pee into the bedside commode. Twice more the operation was repeated. Each time when she had to position herself between Reggie's legs she noticed his erection had become harder. It was somewhat larger than Master Peter's she noted.

When it was finally over the housekeeper commented icily, "Now look what you've done you little hussy. You've gone and gotten my husband all excited. I've already serviced it once tonight so you'd better get those lips of yours over it and service it this time. Just a pity he can't use your proper hole." When she didn't move quickly enough, Reggie roughly pulled her face to his crotch.

"Smaack!!" Frieda's hand landed on Becky's already sore arse. "Suck him! And suck him well or I'll find Reggie's belt." Needing no further encouragement Becky did as ordered and before long felt his seed hit the back of her throat. "Make sure it's clean, Rebecca. I don't want it dribbling on my sheets again," the housekeeper ordered.

"You'd better spend the rest of the night in our bed," Reggie suggested.

"Sir, Master Peter said I was to return to him and Miss Kathryn as soon as you had done."

"Then you had better get back. If he asks why it took so long, say we had to do it several times because of the delay in your getting here."

Veronica opened her eyes slightly. She was in her own bed. Gloria was looking down and seemed genuinely pleased she'd come back to life. "You make me so worried Veronica." She spoke quietly. "You obviously had sex again with someone large. And from the handprint on your bottom, you were punished or perhaps forced to suck a man. I presume you're still not going to tell me." When Veronica shook her head, "We'll talk about it in the morning. I'm too tired to argue now," Gloria said as she left.

"You still didn't get me to the stage when my bottom would have healed, Becky. You promised." Veronica chided her friend.

"And if I had, you'd be feeling the hairbrush and that is pain I can't take away. The pain from the strapping is easing now anyway even if the bruises still show."