Chapter Two. Punished
Betsy found herself half dragged half carried into the servants quarters, her
dress was removed and she was bound over a long narrow bench. Watched by his
lordship and various other servants, Henry the butler, laid the heavy leather
strap across Betsy's white arse with well paced strokes. Betsy screamed, cried
and pleaded but the punishment was inflicted hard and with precision. Henry knew
his job and delighted in it. Soon the poor girls arse was afire with an intense
pain.
Peter couldn't bear to watch the punishment but could hear her cries while he
changed his trousers. A girl like that should be an asset not an object to be
punished for a possible accident. The noise subsided and he knew they would have
left her strapped down so she could cry and sob in peace and reflect on her
misdeeds. He went down. Henry had his cock out and was ramming it into the girl
without any thought for the pain he was causing her. One of the maids was
watching. Betsy started screaming again but Henry kept thrusting into her as
hard as he could. "Trouble causing waif's like you need a good thrashing and a
good hard cock to keep you out of mischief," Henry laughed at her.
"Get off of her you oaf. Get back to your proper duties." Peter yelled at the
man. Normally he was quiet and didn't make a fuss over anything but for once he
decided to make a stand and assert his authority. He waited until the butler was
out of sight and turning to the maid ordered, "Untie her." The maid looked
questioningly at him. "Hurry up Martha if you don't want to take her place on
the bench."
"Are you sure Sir? Mr. Henry said...."
"Do it now!" When she had complied, "Take her to my room and do what you can to
ease her pain. Peter hobbled along behind watching the naked form painfully
walking ahead of him. They laid Betsy on the bed.
"What's the best treatment Martha? You've no doubt felt the strap on your bum
too."
Martha blushed. "Not as bad as this. I found wet towels helped and Cook has some
fat and herbs stuff she makes up. Shall I ask her?"
While she was gone, Peter talked quietly with the sobbing girl. "I'm sorry
Betsy, they had no need to do this. You can stay here for a while. This is my
room. No one comes in unless instructed to. This wing is part of the servants
area. I was originally put here to keep me out of the way of the guests at
parties but I like it because its out of the way and I can raid the kitchen when
I want. Cook is a good woman."
"I'm sorry Sir, I didn't mean to make the horse shy but the men had sticks and
really would have hurt me." Martha returned with the homemade salve and applied
it liberally to Betsy's now colourful bottom. Peter watched as Martha gently
massaged the whole of her sore arse and began to get an erection when the maid
opened the girls thighs and applied the cream to her ravaged cunt. He waited
patiently until the maid finished and stood up. Betsy had quietened down a
little but was still sobbing.
"Thank you Martha, that will be all for now. Would you mind asking Cook to send
dinner here for me and for Betsy too, please."
"Yes Sir. Sir?" Peter nodded, "Sir, Mr. Henry wasn't very pleased. I told him
you released her. He'd probably have used the strap on me if I said I undid her
even if it was on your instructions."
Peter smiled at her, "Yes, Martha, I undid her bonds myself. You are quite
right."
When they were alone Peter sat and talked with Betsy, he finding out how she
became a circus performer, she slowly recovering, found out a little of life at
the hall and how Peter fitted in with the family.
Because of his affliction, Peter was always left out from his three older
brothers activities. They didn't despise him, they did make fun of him as
children do, but generally they just ignored him. He couldn't take part in any
of their sports, he couldn't climb trees, he wasn't interested in hunting and
later, it was decided he couldn't attend Oxford because that too was largely
sport orientated. He'd had a private tutor and had taken up studying botany
particularly the wild flowers and grasses found on the estate. A side attribute
was that he had learned to paint flowers to illustrate his notes.
"Betsy?" Peter hesitantly asked later, "Would you like me to arrange for you to
have a room of your own or would you stay with me? You'll be safe here, possibly
safer than in your own room."
"You've been looking at me naked for some hours now so I guess I might as well
stay here. Maybe I'll get a look at you then. Fair's fair." Some of Betsy's
spirit had returned but her arse muscles were still extremely sore and didn't
like moving. Nor did they like being sat upon.
That night they lay side by side, holding hands but not touching each other.
Betsy noticed he was quite well endowed and sported an erection several times
but he never attempted to impose himself on her. She was curious as to why this
was but didn't ask.
Next morning, after they had both used the chamber pot and Peter was dressing,
she asked if he could get her dress and things back. She was stiff but could
walk albeit very stiffly but she thought that might wear off after a while. Cook
had her bag but said the dress was filthy and too torn to wear. She sent a maid
to a store cupboard to find another and a pair of shoes.
Dressed for the first time since entering the house Betsy went with Peter to
breakfast in the kitchen. Cook and most of the maids and boys were very pleasant
and treated her well and were eager to learn more about her circus acts. Henry
though was full of self importance and completely overbearing. However, as Peter
treated her as a guest and not some stray waif, he had little authority over
her. He was still displeased Peter had not only stopped him from fucking the
wench before her shot his load but had released her early. Judging by the
redness around Martha's eyes, he had taken some of his anger out on her. They
found out later when Martha came into his room to make the bed.
"It was late Sir. Henry came into the maids room without even knocking and
dragged me to his bed. I struggled Sir and didn't co-operate with what he wanted
so he tied me to the bed post with some rope he keeps there for when us maids
don't want him to. It's not the first time I've been tied there Sir. He spanked
me hard first with his hand and then with a belt. I would've screamed but he
tied a scarf around my mouth so I couldn't. "That'll teach you to interfere when
I'm punishing a bitch like that. Now I'm going to take this scarf off but if you
start a screaming it will go back on and you'll feel my belt again." He pushed
me over the bed with my hands still tied and thrust his cock right into my bum
hole Sir and had me that way. It hurt Sir, very much Sir. He said he knew it was
me who untied her Sir. He said you would never have untied her yourself."
"It think Henry will have to go. Trouble is Mother. She wants him and I know he
fucks her regularly. Have you had anything on your bottom yet Martha?"
"No Sir, there hasn't been time."
"Go and get the salve Martha. Tell cook it is for Betsy."
"I've never had it in my bottom," Betsy commented as she smoothed the salve into
Martha's bottom, "It must really hurt. Your hole looks very red."
"It's not that bad if they takes their time and uses some fat. I had it that way
at one of the parties and it only hurt to start with when Lord Granville's son
had me. He wasn't too big and opened me quite gently. The first bit was painful
but once in, it was alright and I could take it and even like it. Henry though
is bigger and he just forced it in and did it hard. It hurt so bad the first
time but after he came and left it in and started again it wasn't so bad."
"He had you twice in the bottom hole?" Peter queried
"Yes Sir. And what was worse Sir he made me suck him afterwards," Martha seemed
to be relieved at being able to talk to someone about it, "All the others could
hear me crying out and after it was over, Henry shamed me more by taking me back
to the maids room and showing the girls my sore bum and hole and then took me to
the boys room and showed them and made them feel me. He even threatened the boys
with the same treatment if they didn't do what they should."
"We ought to get rid of him," Peter repeated, "If only mother would allow it."
"Doesn't his Lordship?" Betsy innocently asked.
"We have to tend his Lordships bed when asked," Martha cut in before Peter
answered. Most of us don't mind if he's in a good mood and he'll often give us
an extra shilling if we are good enough. If he's in a bad mood we might get
spanked or worse first. Sorry Sir, I shouldn't have said that. But I guess you
know what goes on." Peter nodded.
