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Chapter 16 Thrashed again
Veronica finished typing for the day and saved the file, now over 700Kb in size. "I think that's enough for today, Becky," she remarked, "Perhaps I'll just look at a few of the drawings."
You just want to get yourself horny! And Gloria is out so you'll just have to play with yourself," Becky replied, "I can't help you there, Ronnie. Not unless I take you back."
"Not now Becky, thanks. I'm still a bit tender from last time. James' cock is nice but when you jump ahead in time so I get it several times in one session, it makes me a bit sore. There was a day or so between each fuck when it actually happened to you.."
Popping the CD of Albert's pictures into the tray Veronica idly looked over the drawings, pausing every now and again at one that involved Becky and remembering the usually painful experience. It was now two months since Becky and she had found the secret cupboard and in the intervening period Becky had taken her back on many occasions and they had enjoyed long love making sessions with James. Only on two occasions did she arrive back with a sore bottom and then it was more a playful warming that a punishment strapping. When she remarked on it to Becky her companion laughed, "So you miss having your arse well beaten and raped. Well there was one time when James was away…." Almost instantly she was back in the past.
Scrolling back through the text to the passage that described the event she reread the account.
"Get those fine clothes off and your working clothes on," Mrs. Simmons yelled, "Now Master James is away you'll do a proper day's work here in the kitchen and woe betide you if we find you slacking." I knew that without James' protection, things would be hard for me. Freida and Reggie, (since being with James my mind called them by their first names although I would never speak that way), would delight in punishing me. Indeed many of the other maids and houseboys, jealous of my position, would do what they could to see me get a thrashing. Hurriedly I went and changed but I was not quick enough for Freida.
"You're late for work," she informed me and then ordered, "Lay yourself over the table." Knowing I had little choice and that a refusal would only make matters worse, I did so. My arse was bared and Freida laid on four hard, painful strokes with the strap. "That's just for starters," she said, "If your work isn't up to our standard during the day, we'll add a few more stripes this evening. Master James won't be back for a week so the marks will fade by then." I knew whatever I did that day I was to receive further punishments when dinner was over. So it proved.
When the kitchen table had been cleared after our evening meal and all the washing-up done Freida ordered, "Strip right off girl," and when I hesitated she went on, "Hurry up, you've done it enough times for the masters." Somehow though it always felt different to do it in front of my fellow servants. Nevertheless I hurriedly complied. "You too Elsie." The command surprised us both. "Mr. Wilcox complained you didn't perform with much enthusiasm last night and he has asked that you be well warmed and ready for him when he calls for you later," she went on. Elsie had only been with us for about a month and was still hesitant about having her young body used by all the men in the household.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Simmons, but his belly is so paunchy that it was difficult for him to…" Elsie tried to excuse herself but Freida cut her short.
"Nonsense girl. He is a friend of Master Peter's and as such you should have bent your body to accommodate him, not the other way round. It is up to you to make sure our guests are well satisfied." Poor Elsie still tried to worm her way out of the hiding but was told bluntly to take her punishment or she would have two doses, one from her and one from Reggie. Weeping Elsie lay over the table.
"CRACK!" Freida laid the strap hard across the girl's buttocks. Elsie grunted as the pain reached her brain but she did not scream. From previous experience I learned that it was unwise to try and be brave and keep silent. This would only make Freida more determined and to hit harder. On the other hand crying out too early would have the same effect, the difficulty was judging when to yell and plead. Elsie's fortitude held until the fourth stroke and then bottled up power in her lungs let out the most tremendous and piercing scream. It was so loud it startled all of us. Frieda however, grinned and laid on another two hard wallops. She gave the girl a few minutes to recover and then moved her to an area where there was a low beam.
"That was your punishment girl. Now Mr. Wilcox wants your front warmed up ready for him. He doesn't want to waste time getting you in the mood." Freida was again smiling which I knew to be a bad omen. "Stretch up and hold that beam. Legs wide apart." Still sobbing and with tears coursing down her face, Elsie complied. "Pass me the tickler Mr. Simmons if you please." Reggie handed her a whip with a dozen or so leather strips about the length of a man's forearm. Used with restraint it would indeed warm and give a nice tingling sensation but I guessed Freida would not exercise any restraint. I was right. A furious barrage of strokes laced her thighs and stomach. Frieda ignored the poor girl's cries and managed to get in five hard lashes on Elsie's cunnie before she let go of the beam and crumbled on the floor. I was sorry for the young thing but was powerless to help. Indeed I was concerned because my own punishment was to follow.
"I think you will have to hold her up Mr. Simmons so that I can complete her warming. She hasn't the stamina of the older girls."
"Please Mrs. Simmons, no more please. Please no more. I hurt too bad now." Elsie's pleas went unheeded and Reggie picked her up. He locked her arms in his behind her back in a way that forced her breasts out. We all knew where the lash would hit. Mercifully for Elsie she passed out after only six strokes much to Freida's disappointment and grumbles about the weakness of girls these days. Janet and Mary revived her and gave her a wash before sending her to Mr. Wilcox.
"Your turn now," Freida said to me as she indicated I should lie over the table, "And I'm sure you are made of much tougher material."
"Even if I am," I said to myself, "It is still going to hurt!"
"We had better only use the straps," Freida told her husband, "If we use the cane or birch the marks will still show when Master James gets back." That was a small mercy. I knew I would be just as sore at the end. Freida started at my shoulders and Reggie on the back of my thighs. Alternately they each laid on a stroke. The pain was intense and I was soon screaming and writhing so badly that cook had to hold my arms to keep me in place on the table. Eventually my entire back was covered and the lashings met at the top of my arse. By this time my head was numb to everything except the pain. I prayed that it was all over but no, "Turn over," Freida ordered. I couldn't move. Freida and Reggie manhandled me until my welted back was on the hard wood. I started to feel light headed and hoped that, like Elsie, I would pass out.
"I don't think she will take much more," I vaguely heard cook mutter. That didn't stop them. Instead they threw water in my face which cleared my head a little. The strapping started again but before they could complete the task I finally passed out. Seemingly in a voice that came from a long way off, I heard cook, shout, "That's enough now Mrs. Simmons."
Tears streamed down Veronica's face as she remembered. Even if I was some time ago and the marks had gone, the awful pain gave her nightmares some nights. Becky assured her afterwards, that and the birching were the two of the worst thrashings she had and while there were other punishments, only one in the future would compare with those. It took a little while for her eyes to clear so she could read the text again.
'More water splashed on my face, my head was lifted a little and a small goblet was held to my lips. The brandy revived me enough for them to carry on tormenting me. Opening my eyes, I saw all the male members of the staff were gathered in a half circle around me, Reggie was already between my legs with his pego jutting out ready to rape me. "It has been some months since we were allowed to use your slit Rebecca," he said, "Now we are going to make up for the lost time. You young boys," he indicated three houseboys no older than fourteen, "Watch how we do it so that when a fine lady requires your services you know what to do and to do it properly." He entered me and fucked me hard and seemed to take a long while before he came. Usually I would have been pleased but being in so much pain I was glad when he finished. There followed a succession of footmen, gardeners and bootboys until finally the three young lads had their turn. By that time I just lay there like a wet sack. My head numb, my body senseless. Only vaguely did I hear the calls of encouragement from the onlookers. Both my holes had been used but my cunnie had taken the brunt of their attention.
"Any of you want another go?" asked Freida.
"No! That's enough." Cooks sharp voice cut in. For a few moments I noticed there was complete silence. Only Cook would dare challenge Freida and it was very rare for her to do so. "Mary, Janet, take her and bathe her." Freida must have realised she had gone too far because she allowed the girls to help me up. Even so I couldn't stand properly and one of the gardeners, Ted, a gentle man in his forties, picked me up and carried me to the bath. There the girls carefully washed me and applied salve but it was a long time before I could sit or lie without feeling any pain.'
Fortunately for Veronica, Becky jumped forward in time at that point so that when she returned to her time most of the pain had gone and the bruises had disappeared.
'James was furious when he returned and Reggie and Freida almost lost their positions at the house. Only Master Peter's intervention prevented it. This of course didn't enamour them to me and led to my imprisonment later.'
The last paragraph was added after Becky had described what happened when James returned.
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