Chapter 3 Using her Power
Returning to her home, Beatrice determined to put to good use many of the things
she learned from Penelope. Lord Henry had left for business in Newcastle and she
was in charge again. She wanted a girl. A girl to thrash. A girl for sex. Making
her way to the kitchen she saw Rebecca, one of the maids, a girl a little
younger than herself, sitting and drinking a pot of ale. "Bring a jug of hot
water to my room, girl, and be quick about it," she ordered. "And tidy yourself
up a bit."
"Yes, miss," was all the frightened girl could answer. She scurried off to get
the water and was in Beatrice's room for some time before her mistress appeared.
"Put the water down, and stand up so I can look at you," Beatrice snapped.
Rebecca shook as she was inspected. "Becky, I gave you two orders, one to bring
water and the other to tidy yourself up. You ignored my second instruction. You
look a mess. Your clothes are all out of place and are dirty. Why have you come
here in suck a state?"
In truth kitchen girls weren't given the best clothes because of the dirty
nature of their work. Rebecca had tried to rearrange what she had but there was
little she could do but she knew better than complain. All she could do was
apologise and she did.
"Well, I am not having you in here with filthy smelly clothes on."
"Shall I get one of the chamber maids for you miss?" Rebecca asked hopefully but
these hopes were dashed when Beatrice told her, "No, just strip those filthy
things off you and leave them outside the door." She watched the young girl take
off all her clothes and when she hesitated and the last vestiges of cloth that
covered her modesty she sharply ordered the girl to continue.
"Stand up straight and let me look at you. At least your are fairly clean under
those rags." In fact Beatrice was more interested in the half formed breasts and
pubic area sparsely covered with dark hair. Walking around the now somewhat
terrified maid, Beatrice squeezed her bottom. "Yes, girl, you do well to be
afeared. These white bum cheeks will be red before long. Your behaviour so far
has earned you a good hiding and there will me more, much more, if you do not
service me fully and properly. First though, you will help me undress and then
wash me."
Hesitantly Rebecca did as she was ordered. Carefully she washed Beatrice's face
and back then started on the front. She wasn't sure whether she should handle
her mistress's tits but obviously had to. Carefully she rubbed the warm flannel
over the mounds until, "No! You don't put the flannel on the nipples. Cleaning
them is a job for your mouth and tongue."
"Mistress?"
"Oh, you useless girl! Can't you do anything you are told?"
"Sorry Miss."
"You will be. Come over to the bed." The bed was a Jacobean style oak four
poster with thick, carved uprights. Beatrice took one of the cords that held the
drapes back, made a loop with it around Rebecca's wrists and then fastened them
as high as she could to a post. "Well, Becky, it looks like the time has come to
teach you to obey instructions. Let's see what a good thrashing does. It seems
as if the kitchen staff have been far too lenient with you." From a cupboard she
produced a leather belt some eighteen inches long and three inches wide with a
handle, a bundle of birch twigs in a pot, and a riding crop. She put them down
where the girl could see them.
"Please Miss. Please Miss, no Miss. Please don't use those on me." But Beatrice
wanted to torment the girl further. Picking up each implement in turn, she
swished then through the air as if deciding on which to use.
"I think the strap first and we can go over that with the crop or the birch if
we need to."
Crack!! The first stroke landed across the girl's shoulders tearing forth a cry
of agony for the helpless maid. Each stroke that followed went further down the
body. Each brought further yells of utter agony. Fifteen welts covered the back
of her body from her neck to her knees before the beating stopped and the
weeping girl was released from her bonds.
"Now," Beatrice said calmly, "Are you ready to continue washing me?" Through her
tears Rebecca indicated that she was. Stiffly she walked to the bowl and again
washed she breast mounds before taking each nipple in turn and sucking it until
it was stiff and hard.
After Beatrice's tits were satisfied, the washing continued downward until the
area between her legs was reached. Again the maid was ordered to stop and use
her mouth and tongue until her mistress had reached an orgasm. As young as she
was, Rebecca realised this was more than an exercise in washing and that it was
all in aid of giving her mistress sexual pleasure. There was nothing she could
do about it though. She just had to accept and continue and hope it would soon
be over.
Beatrice though, had other plans for the young girl. "Clear away the washing
water and return here immediately, she ordered. The clearing away operation
meant she had to walk naked to the kitchen area where other servants were
congregated. Some were sympathetic at seeing her blistered back and rear but
others were just relieved it wasn't them. A couple of the boys leered and tried
to cop a feel of her bum but the old cook stopped them from going further. She
wanted to put some fat on the blisters but when she learned the girl had to
return to her mistress straight away, told her to leave the stuff and get back.
"You don't want to anger her more by keeping her waiting," she muttered.
Tentatively Rebecca knocked at her Mistresses door. "Come in." Entering she saw
Beatrice was still naked but was now holding the riding crop. "What kept you?"
The voice was dangerously quiet. Rebecca mumbled an apology. "That is not good
enough," Beatrice commented, "You should by now have guessed why you are here.
To satisfy me. If you don't I will have to persuade you." She indicated the form
of the persuasion by bringing the crop down hard on the bed. "Now lie on the bed
so I can get a good look at you."
Rebecca was made to lie face up across the bed with her legs over the side and
wide apart fully exposing her cunt and arsehole. Beatrice smiled at the girls
blushing and obvious embarrassment but just flicked the crop on the inner thigh
close to the pubic mound. "Wider," was all she said.
"No! Miss please don't." Pleaded the young maid.
"I do hope you are not telling me what to do girl," hissed Beatrice striking the
other thigh somewhat harder this time. Rebecca shot up and cupped the sore area
with her hands. She cried out and sobbed and pleaded to be allowed to go back to
her quarters but it was all in vain. Beatrice again took the cord and tied the
girls wrists before fastening them to a bed post. Again she flicked the crop.
This time the leather end fell directly on the exposed slit bringing forth
further cries of pain from the victim.
"You are a servant here and as such you will serve me. You will do what I say or
be punished. Is that quite clear?" The last remarked was emphasised with another
flick on the poor girls slit. Sobbingly Rebecca nodded agreement and was
relieved to see Beatrice had put down the crop. Her relief was short lived as
Beatrice opened the sore cuntal lips and forcibly inserted a finger into the
tight vagina. "Has any girl done this to you before?"
Rebecca didn't answer until her mistress had leaned forward and nipped a nipple
between her sharp teeth. "No, Miss."
"Has another girl done this to you?"
"N'noo, Miss."
"And you've not had a boy's cock up there yet?"
"N'noooo Miss. Please stop."
Beatrice had no intention of stopping. She continued to thrust her finger in and
out of the girls sore cunt and to squeeze her clit between thumb and forefinger.
"So you're still a virgin. We'll have to see what my father can do about that. I
am sure he will enjoy ramming his fat cock up your tight little slit. That would
make you really squeal and might start a baby growing in you." These were only
threat although the helpless young girl didn't know that. Her tormentor had no
intention of having the virgin opened until she had finished with her.
"Now Becky, pay attention. I am going to show you what you have to do to me and
then you will use your fingers and tongue to good effect on me and bring me to
many climaxes. Understand?" She proceeded to instruct the girl and then made her
perform on her. Her instruction and performance often required the assistance of
the riding crop so any enjoyment Rebecca would have obtained was overwhelmed by
the pain from the rod. By the time she was sent from the room, her body was
criss-crossed front and back with painful stripes. She staggered to Cook's room
and collapsed.
Cook did what she could to ease the suffering and only gave her light work for
the next few days. Unfortunately Beatrice summoned the girl to pleasure her
every few days and always the girl's pleasure was nullified by the application
of the birch, crop or belt. After two months, Rebecca decided she could take no
more.
The carter arrived one morning and the goods were unloaded from his wagon and
taken to the cellar. Rebecca was given the job of stacking the items as they
were brought down. When everything was off loaded she was alone in the cellar.
While the other staff and carter were in the kitchen having a bite to eat and a
glass of ale, Rebecca saw her chance and slipped under the wagon's canvas
tarpaulin. Cook, everyone just called her plain 'Cook', near the kitchen window,
saw her but made no sign. She knew the girl's body had had more than enough
punishment and would be better off elsewhere. She didn't send anyone to the
cellar until long after the carter had disappeared down the road.
Beatrice threw a tantrum when she found Rebecca had escaped her clutches. She
railed at Cook and threatened to thrash her but Cook was one of the few people
who had more authority than she. Cook was a powerful member of the household and
had been born in the house a few years before Lord Henry. In her early childhood
she had looked after and played with the now master and then had risen through
the kitchen hierarchy to become chief cook and in charge of all the kitchen
staff. She was a stern, strict woman but fair. Anyone who crossed her was
summarily dealt with. When Beatrice ordered her to her room to receive a caning
it was a head to head clash. Cook laughed. "Missy," she deliberately used the
diminutive term, "You may have authority to thrash others here but not me. It
was your treatment of poor Rebecca that drove her away."
"You will do as I say," stamped Beatrice, "Or I will have you dismissed."
"Fine, Missy, I'm dismissed. Then we'll see what his Lordship has to say about
that."
Lord Henry was out seeing to farm business but would be back for lunch. Cook
went to her room and then into the garden without giving the staff any
instructions for lunch preparation. On his return, his Lordship called for lunch
and was livid when one of the maids told him Beatrice had dismissed Cook and no
one had be told to prepare anything. "Send Cook to me," Lord Henry ordered.
"Mary, what's all this about? And where is my lunch?" he enquired when Cook
stood before him. Cook went on to explain the whole situation and then took him
into the kitchen where she ordered a couple of the maids to bare their bodies.
Both revealed multiple painful stripes even though on one they were a week old.
"Rebecca's stripes were far, far worse and she was getting them every few days.
She had to perform woman love with Miss Beatrice and to get her satisfaction
Beatrice whipped her unmercifully. I tried to treat her as best I could and keep
her out of the way but she was often ordered to the bedroom and sometimes had to
stay there all night. Afterwards she wasn't fit to do any work. We think she ran
away by hiding in the carter's wagon. If you don't do anything you will lose
more staff as well as me."
His Lordship already knew of his daughter's love making activities and her
sadistic tendencies but hadn't realised they had gone so far. He knew he would
have to curb her a little if the household was to stay intact. Getting a cook as
good as Mary would be difficult. It wasn't just the cooking but it was the way
she handled the people under her. "If you can bring me some lunch in the next
fifteen minutes, you're reinstated and I will have a word with my daughter."
Summoning Beatrice, he reprimanded her for being excessive with her punishments.
"I know what you do in the bedroom with the maids, and I am not stopping that.
You need sexual satisfaction the same as me. You know I'm sure, the girls who
visit me at night. For you, it's probably safer for you to have it with women
than with men and I don't wish to stop that but go easy with the whippings.
There is much discontent on the staff over it and I don't want the scandal of
everyone walking out. Certainly you are not to challenge Cook again. She run's
this household like clockwork and I don't want to lose her."
Although furious, Beatrice had no alternative but to cut down on the punishments
she gave out. Girls were still ordered to her room at night and they still had
their backsides well warmed but their was less use of the birch and crop except
for what could be liberally construed as major offenses.
