Tuesday 29 May 2012

A dirty weekend part 2


Stripped, beaten, humiliated and having been forced to work, Charlotte is at her wits end. She has no choice but to try to summon help. Surely Charles had managed this legal bind he had over her via underhand means. She rummages round the big house to find writing equipment and sets about writing a letter to one of her friends. She feels sure they can help her. She hides her letter under her blanket while she works out how she is going to post it without alerting Charles. Unfortunately for poor Charlotte slave quarters are frequently searched and her letter is found. She is summoned to the Master's chamber and she knows she is in for it now. She knocks on the door, almost inaudibly, hoping that she might pass unnoticed, but a voice bellowing enter from within signals her imminent fate. She barely enters the room and pins herself against the door, as if this may help her escape. The door is little help though as Charles takes a firm grip on her, places her hands in cuffs and orders her to kneel on a stool. He lectures her on her grave mistakes and pays her pleading and apologies no mind when he places his hand on her back, forcing her hands to the floor in front of her. She is now in an awkward position and her bottom is very vulnerable raised so high in the air. It is not long before she is wailing in pain as she is given many strokes of the birch. She tries to get up, plead with Charles, use her looks to get past him, but he ignores her and pushes her back into position for the remainder of her punishment. Next she hears a high-pitched swish through the air, which she recognizes as the switch. She had ordered such punishments for her servants in the past. She was not sure she wanted to be at this end of it and could not help wriggling away from the switch each time it left a fine, searing line across her tightened flesh. Not before a dozen had been administered was she allowed up and released from her shackles. Clearly displeased and threatening to keep a very close eye on her, Charles dismissed her back to work.

The next few days were pretty much the same for Charlotte and it did not take long for her to get fractious with her direct superior. As far as Charlotte was concerned this man was still below her in the pecking order, despite her new station in life and she was never going to take orders from him. This was a mistake, for which she earned a dozen with the whip in front of the others. Charlotte could not bear the humiliation of that and was insolent to her punisher directly after her flogging. Once more Charlotte found herself outside the Master's door and would have to face Charles himself for another beating. Her ordered her inside and had her bend over and raise her dress. He had her positioned so her bottom was raised high in the air with her head down. This was no doubt to tighten the skin, making it a more painful experience for the girl and to ensure a little humility. A new instrument was used on Charlotte this time, one she had never come across. It was a cane. Though new, Charles seemed accurate with it and most of her punishment landed on the crease of her bottom, making it dance in pain. This only seemed to encourage Charles who became more vigorous towards the end, until she promised obedience to him. Charlotte would have said anything to make it stop. Charles once more had her kneel at his feet. It was a humiliating act for Charlotte and one she would never have had to perform were she his wife. After what seemed to him to be a suitable amount of time he sent her back to her duties.

Time passed and Charlotte tried everything to win Charles over. She tried seduction, she tried enjoying herself, and she even tried as much obedience as she could muster but nothing would change his stance. This was her new role and he enjoyed torturing her within it. Charlotte had had enough and could take no more. She decided to put something in his food to make him sick. She did not want to kill him but at least if he was laid up for a while she would get some respite. She sneaked into the kitchen and stole the saltcellar. She was just rummaging through the stores for something appropriate when a familiar hand landed firmly on her shoulder. The cook spun her round and asked her what she was doing. Given the salt in one hand and the offending article in the other it was clear to cook what Charlotte's intentions had been. Cook reported her to Charles who ordered her to be taken into the punishment chamber, restrained and left to wait. After what could have been hours to Charlotte, she heard footsteps come up the stairs and recognized Charles coming into the room. He was furious. She had really done it now. Trying to hold back tears whilst he lectured her on her reprehensible behaviour, she knew she would be here for some time. Charles picked up a strap and used it on her breasts and the tender inside of her thighs. Despite her restraints, Charlotte tried to wriggle free from the offending strap, but to little effect. It always found its target and always made her scream. The whole house must have heard her, more to her shame! He turned her over onto her front but was far from finished. His strap and his whip were to tickle her backside and the inside of her thighs once more. He said he would not finish until she could barely sit for a month. After only a few strokes Charlotte believed him and was begging him to stop. Her words fell on deaf ears as she endured more and more strokes until her bottom and thighs were aflame! Finally the whip stopped and she felt him release her of her bonds. She was ordered off the punishment bench. Unable to look at him, keeping her eyes to the floor, she ran out of the punishment room as soon as Charles barked the order to do so. This was by far the most severe punishment Charlotte had suffered to date. Has she finally learned her lesson and come to accept her new station in life?

6 comments:

Madmusician said...

I'm delighted that Charlotte got punished on her breasts: provided it's done with care it seems an area of the body admirably suited to the purpose, and naughty Leia should have to experience this more often. Looking forward to the pictures!

Leia-Ann Woods said...

Hey! It is something I do in private, but rarely as Leia. I agree it is hot though!

Madmusician said...

Well, obviously if you are going to use implements you need to be very careful; I don't see any reason why Leia shouldn't have the odd hand slap to her breasts when she continues to demonstrate the attitude and cheek that we all love and admire!

Leia-Ann Woods said...

I tend to let those who have charge of me decide my punishments but Leia is restricted to hands, bottom and thighs.

Chief said...

I certainly hope Charlotte hasn't learnt her lesson, I'd love there to be a part 3 coming soon!

BTW, I have a film of you & Mr Kennedy coming out next week... not sure if you'll remember it but it involved you purchasing a pink Aga oven on his credit card!!!

Leia-Ann Woods said...

Hey Chief! I cannot be sure but something tells me that Charlotte will forget her place very quickly...

Oh I do! That was epically funny and I had to work hard not to corpse my way through the film!

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