I must have passed out again because the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the bed administering a bare bottom spanking to Miss Jennifer because she had slopped my morning coffee into the saucer. I was fair surprised at this turn of events and, you can well imagine I was flabbergasted when I looked round and saw a completely different room and what’s more, it was so old fashioned. My hand continued to land on her bottom as I tried to digest the situation and eventually, I let Miss Jennifer up and asked her what day it was…
“It’s Monday Sir” came her reply, I hadn’t wanted to ask where or even ‘when’ I was because apparently, I should be in command, after all, this delightful female standing before me in a skimpy maid’s outfit did seem to be a maid so, I asked for today’s paper and, if I had any appointments?
Well, she had the paper ready and handed it to me and I was shocked to see the date showed 12th December 1850, could that be right? Had I been transported back to 1850, the room fitted the date; the clothes on the stand fitted the century and come to think of it, that did sound like a horse and cart outside.
I buried my thoughts in the paper for a minute or so before my attention was drawn to my maid reading something from a diary “If you please Sir, you have the girl coming from the workhouse for punishment at ten o’clock and then you’re free for the rest of today”.
My mind was in a whirl! I’d woken somewhere strange to me, apparently I had also time travelled. I had spanked the bare bottom of a pretty young female and now, I was going to punish another girl? I felt inside that I’d hardly even seen a pretty ankle before and yet, it felt somehow right and proper to have just risen from sleep and have a maid attending me. I most admit to a quick thought of ‘How far could I go’ before I stood, removed my night-gown and passed into the anti-chamber and saw as I expected, a freshly run bath.
No sooner had I stepped in the bath and relaxed, Miss Jennifer entered and asked if she should give me a shave. Readily I agreed though became apprehensive when she approached with an open razor but, put the fears aside as she lathered my face and gave me the best shave I’d ever had. Rising, she wrapped a towel round me and gently rubbed me dry. Embarrassingly I had of course a massive erection but, since she did not seem bothered, I decided just to enjoy her ministrations and stepped, or was I led back into the bed-chamber where I saw smart but very old fashioned clothes laid out for me.
Now here was a pretty pickle, I didn’t know what to put on first! Fortunately Miss Jennifer seemed prepared to dress me so, I let her do just that and then, to here saying “Breakfast is ready Sir” I followed her downstairs into what was obviously the dining room. Two perfectly boiled eggs and cups of delicious coffee later I had managed to arrange my mind into some sort of order, just how the heck was I going to find out about the girl I had to punish at ten o’clock. Was I a Magistrate? What had she done to deserve punishment? What punishment was I to give?
Rising I said to Miss Jennifer “Give me five minutes then attend me in my errr, study” at which she bobbed and I left the room, now which door should I chose off the imposing hall. One being slightly ajar I entered and breathed a sigh of relief, a large desk at one end, obviously a study, hopefully my study! I sat at the desk and glanced at some letters. Ah, in this time and place I was still ‘Sir Chaucer’ as proved by the greetings on the letters and, several sheets of very expensive notepaper.
At that point Miss Jennifer entered and stood before my desk and since I had been arranging words and thoughts in my mind I asked her to tell me about the girl whom I was to punish.
“Sir, she’s Alice and she keeps stealing, they laid a trap for her at the workhouse and a medallion was found on her person when they did a strip search. She then admitted she was the one who had been stealing”.
I answered “ Well, stealing is wrong, what punishment would you say I should give” and, at the slight smile on her face, I knew I had asked the proper question. I thought at the same time ‘There is obviously something much deeper here than an ordinary Master and Maid relationship’.
Her answer came “She should be stripped naked, given a good hand spanking and then at least forty strokes of the long Tawse Sir. I can assist and hold her down if you wish Sir?”
“Hmmm Thank you” I answered, my penis once again throbbing at the thought of punishing a naked girl, would she be pretty? How old was she? My reverie was interrupted by yet another maid-servant entering after a polite knock with a pretty but scruffy red haired girl and, what a girl she was! A mass of copper red hair surrounding a face which might have been painted as a study in sadness by Goya or Picasso. About five foot six inches and, judging by her well turned ankles and the way her clothes clung, a frame about as far through as a raindrop.
She was before my desk now and I asked if she knew why she had been brought before my for punishment. Her barely audible reply indicated that she was well aware and, probably also aware of the punishment I was about to administer. I then asked Miss Jennifer to prepare her for punishment at which she led the girl behind a screen in the corner of the room apparently to give her some privacy but…
Glancing sideways I saw the two of them reflected in a wall mirror, how delightful, the girl was in full view as Miss Jennifer took her dress from her proffered hand and hung it over a chair. I saw then a chemise removed followed by an upper garment being raised to expose tiny coral-tipped breasts and then off-white pantaloons dropping suddenly to the floor exposing a bare key-hole set between well set apart legs. Of course my erection was blazing by now and I had to wonder if Miss Jennifer had positioned her face on to the mirror so I could see her full frontal nakedness.
Now she was before me again, trying to cover her breasts and the privateness between her legs with her hands. Miss Jennifer was moving a high stool into the centre of the room and it seemed I should sit on it to spank her but, if I sat on that just how was she to get over my lap since my knees would have been well above her mid-section?
The answer came as I sat on the stool, Miss Jennifer placed a foot stool to one side of me and guided the unwilling girl to stand on it, pushed her down over my lap and then removed the foot stool. Now I realised she was trapped, bottom uppermost and displaying the full extent of her Yoni and the darker line leading to her rosebud. I was also thankful that, as I had sat down, I had arranged the contents of my trousers to avoid being trapped in an uncomfortable position!
I contemplated the quivering buttocks and then commenced to smack in what seemed an appropriate manner, left cheek, right cheek I watched as the pale globes turned red and listened and she started to sob. I soon found also that I had to hold her tightly since she certainly had a wriggle and more than once I found my hand landing between her cheeks.
After many slow and determined slaps lasting about five minutes I decided that it must be time to desist and, looking at Miss Jennifer I could see her countenance seemed lit-up with pleasure. Sharply I said “Time for the Tawse now do you think? At which she started and helped the girl to stand. I also stood very much aware of my cock-stand protruding from my trousers.
Moving to one side Miss Jennifer had put a cushion on the high stool, had replaced the foot stool, cause the quivering, sobbing girl to stand on the foot stool and bend over the high stool. I watched fascinated as Miss Jennifer bent to tie her ankles to the legs of the stool and delighted in the charms between the reddened bottom cheeks. I could see now faint wisps of red pubic hair and a definite glistening at the entrance to her love tunnel. Was she excited I wondered? How much, I thought, I would enjoy sliding my engorged love pole into that garden of delight instead of having to punish it.
All too soon Miss Jennifer rose and handed me what was obviously the ‘Long Tawse” a semi-stiff strap of well worn leather about twelve inches in length and, with a handle shape at one end. I hefted it for a moment and tried a few swipes through the air. Yes, it did seem a suitable instrument to make contact with her already damaged bottom.
Meanwhile Miss Jennifer had moved to the front of the girl, stooped and held her hands. Ah, truly held down I thought as I raised the Tawse and landed it on her cheeks. The effect was electric, a scream from the girl and clenching as if to try to close the gap between her buttocks.
I bent and hesitantly ran my fingers over the landing site, small rails of redness showed where it had landed! I moved my fingers gently to her Yoni and felt a warm-wetness which seemed to invite my fingers to enter that smooth passage but just in time I realised I had the rest of the punishment to administer. I raised the Tawse again and heard the splat as it landed and, the gasping scream as the pain registered.
Starting to count at two, I kept landing the Tawse, left cheek, right cheek, that’s four. The crescendo of screams from the girl was now continuous but, steeling myself against those shrieks, I landed blow after blow across the now deep red cheeks until I realised that I had come to 38 strikes and, that the screaming had turned to gasps!
What was happening I wondered as I looked towards Miss Jennifer. They were locked in an embrace, face pressed to face obviously kissing very deeply. What was I to do? Should I part them or let the sexual encounter continue? Hastily I landed the last two strokes and, abandoning the Tawse, ran my fingers over the so recently thrashed bottom and yes, allowed them to slip to her wetness and enter the everlasting tunnel.
It seemed so ripe for entrance I thought as one had stole down the front of my trousers, flicked the buttons undone and comforted my throbbing member. Yes I thought then, If they are having a sexual encounter, my cock must definitely enter that gloriously lubricated hole!
And that’s what I did, standing behind her, my cock sticking out like a flag pole I slowly pushed deep inside and felt the heat as she accepted me inch by inch. Looking forward I could see that Miss Jennifer was massaging between her own legs and continuing the kiss and I started to slide my member in and out. Needless to say it was not long before I exploded in such a climax that I had never felt before, it seemed to go on, and on, and on!
Disengaging myself, I realised that both the girl and Miss Jennifer were in a state of ecstasy. Grasping and gasping and also reaching a climax. I looked again, and felt the girls privateness. Had I really done that I wondered as I tickled the spot which seemed to excite her most. Suddenly there were immense gasps from the two girls and a small squirting of fluid from that delightfully exposed Yoni, I knew the climax was done and allowed them time to collapse while I hid re-stiffening member in my trousers.
I hardly remember what happened next, sitting in a state of exhaustion I saw the girl lying on her front on a small settee and Miss Jennifer rubbing her bottom with cream from a small jar. Slowly I seemed to fade away and woke with a start in a different place!
I became aware of Miss Jennifer once again wiping my brow, I felt weak but knew I had passed through the bout of malaria and was on the road to recovery. Gently taking the hand of Miss Jennifer I held it in quiet thanks and whispered to her…
“I know now how we have come to this life style together, bring me drink to smooth my throat and, your pad and pencil and I’ll tell you a story of many years ago.”
End
