TALES FROM A COUNTRY ESTATE Part 3, Cruel Discipline By Dickins A dark and sadistic tale set in England. Lady Marlborough couldn't sleep; the entertainments of yesterday and the pleasures associated with her visit to St Agatha's orphanage for girls later that afternoon occupying her mind. Morning sunlight streamed through her window enticing her to rise and walk bare foot to look outside. Surveying the grounds, she was drawn to the long tree lined drive that meanders its way across the ornate stone bridge towards the more discreet entrance and exit of the east gate. "Today, is going to be so entertaining!" she told herself. Casting aside her excitement she got dressed, and as usual on such occasions declined to wear undergarments under her best black dress and chose to wear a silver brooch to emphasise her breasts. Thoughts of all the pleasures to come sent thrills through her as she slipped her fingers down to her cunt, pinching, prodding and masturbating herself until the feelings rose to a crescendo. Slipping down the back stairs she made her way to a small room next to the housekeeper's office, where through spy holes she was able to see and hear the activity, both in the office and in the adjoining soundproofed punishment room, which she hoped would be in use very soon. Like all the staff at Marlborough Hall, Mrs Jarvis had been employed by Lord Marlborough and has proved to be both reliable and to have a real penchant for cruel discipline. As was usual at that time of the morning, she was sitting at her desk attending to the accounts, when a voice in the corridor interrupted her. "You can't go in there," the voice cried, as a little girl burst in, followed by Mrs Asher the head housemaid. Mrs Jarvis recognised the child as Polly Tomkins, a novice from the local orphanage who had recently started in service under Mrs Asher, and Lady Marlborough couldn't help thinking just how attractive she looked as her pale completion contrasted against her black uniform, white apron and little mop cap. "How dare you burst into my office without knocking," Mrs Jarvis spat fiercely. The child, in a state of shear panic screamed, "Please, please, don't send me back to the orphanage," falling at Mrs Jarvis's feet throwing her arms around her and gripping her tightly. "I am sorry Miss, but she was dusting when she knocked over and broke one of a pair of vases. I was bringing her to you when she struggled out of my grip and ran in here before I could stop her," Mrs Asher explained. "What have you to say for yourself child?" Mrs Jarvis asked abruptly. "Please Miss! It was an accident. I will do anything but please don't send me back to the orphanage," Polly replied. "Anything?" Mrs Jarvis asked. "Yes Miss! Anything," Polly replied. "Well! Do you think it was an accident Mrs Asher?" Mrs Jarvis asked. "I am not sure Miss, but I don't think that she should be sent back to the orphanage. Perhaps she should be given a special punishment instead," Mrs Asher suggested, with a knowing smile. Looking straight into Polly's eyes, Mrs Jarvis said in a sadistic tone," You are a very clumsy girl and do indeed deserve a special punishment," bringing fresh tears from the child but she was in no mood for her pleadings. "Very well! Take her into the punishment room and prepare her," Mrs Jarvis ordered. "It will be a pleasure Miss," Mrs Asher replied, Gripping Polly's arm not wanting her to get away again she lifted the girl's uniform and spanked her bottom and thighs hard for a good few moments before marching her into the punishment room. The spy holes in the walls of the punishment room had been positioned so that viewers could sit in comfort to watch the action. Bolted to a raised platform in the centre of the floor was a punishment horse and on a table in the corner of the room lay many disciplinary implements including three strange looking leather harnesses. Lady Marlborough watched excitedly as the child looked nervously at the punishment horse. It was of a similar design to the ones at the orphanage, only this one was much wider and in place of the saddle and stirrups there was a wooden pommel. Mrs Asher removed Polly's uniform but then took her time to pinch and spank her nipples, bottom and thighs so that when Mrs Jarvis entered the room the child was naked and crying at her feet. Having overseen the punishments of many of Mrs Asher's maids before and knowing just how exciting it would be, Mrs Jarvis followed her usual procedure of inserting a stout rubber cock into her cunt and strapping it in tightly before entering. Smiling she walked around them, her eyes making them both feel uncomfortable. "Mount," Mrs Jarvis ordered. A ladder had been placed at its side and Mrs Asher assisted Polly to mount and lie along the horses back attaching her wrists to rings in the front legs. With her pubis positioned over the pommel, she drew her thighs wide apart attaching her ankles to the back legs. A broad leather strap was then placed across the middle of the child's back to help hold her in position. Polly's lovely charms were now fully exposed, something that didn't go unnoticed by Lady Marlborough as she made a mental note to have her made available the next time the playroom was in use. "You were very remiss not to control her, weren't you?" Mrs Jarvis asked softly. "Yes Miss," Mrs Asher replied. "Had I been with her ladyship when the child burst into my office it would have most embarrassing. Perhaps you too should have a special punishment," Mrs Jarvis suggested with a smile. "As you wish, Miss," Mrs Asher replied. "Remove your uniform!" she ordered. Her uniform removed she hurriedly stood, taking up the pose that she knew Mrs Jarvis expected, her back straight and her hands behind her head and her thighs wide apart. "Now! Put the middle harness on," Mrs Jarvis ordered. Licking her lips, she went over to the table and picked up the middle harness, the one that had a long ribbed rubber cock at one end and a shorter but thicker bulbous head at the other. Then stepping into the harness she drew it up her thighs, the thickness of the shorter cock taking her breath away as she inserted it gingerly into to her cunt. Mrs Jarvis, aroused by the woman's expression took a firm hold of it and wriggled it, smiling as Mrs Asher's face flooded with colour as her excitement soared. "Now! Fuck her hard, because if you don't, I will cane your bottom and thighs whenever you ease up, do you understand?" she whispered, selecting a long flexible cane from the table. "Yes, Miss," Mrs Asher, replied. Adjusting the pommel from underneath the horse, Mrs Jarvis set about lifting the child's pubis forcing her bottom to part as wide as the restraints would allow. In this position, Mrs Asher's head was level with the child's bottom and by standing on the platform; she was able to raise herself up so that she could fuck the little tart with ease. Bending over so that her face was within inches of Polly's genitals, she breathed in the aroma of the child's nervous sexuality and then slowly kissed and licked her, bringing new struggles, as the child was slowly aroused. She continued to kiss and lick between her cunt and anus for a good few moments until she was close to an orgasm, then without warning closed her teeth around her engorged clitoris and bit hard. "No, no, no!" Polly screamed. Overcome with a desire for release, Lady Marlborough got up and went to a shelf and retrieved a rubber cock, one that had a base attached to it and returned to position it on the chair then gingerly settled herself down on it and continued to enjoy the entertainment. Mrs Asher walked round to the front of the horse so that Polly could further appreciate the design of the ribbed cock and then returned to stand behind her. Inspecting the ghostly marks left by her teeth and spankings, she couldn't help thinking how appealingly they looked set against the child's pale flesh. Sensing that Mrs Asher was getting aroused before she had even begun, she lashed out with the cane, wielding it cruelly across her bottom and thighs in order to bring her back to the task in hand. "Now! Fuck her," Mrs Jarvis ordered. "Yes, Miss," Mrs Asher, replied. "No, please! I want to change my mind, Miss!" Polly screamed. "Anything you agreed! Do you want to be sent back to the orphanage?" Mrs Jarvis spat. "No please! I am sorry, Miss," Polly, replied. Their eyes soon feasted on her bright pink cunt as it pouted; there was a true beauty in its innocence, yet its true beauty would only glow, once the ribbed cock had properly ravished it. Placing the head of the rubber cock against the outer lips of Polly's vagina, Mrs Asher forced it in past her swollen clitoris and caused the child to scream, which only served to inflame the passions of her tormentors. Unhappy with her effort, Mrs Jarvis flicked the cane down across Mrs Asher's bottom, bringing fresh screams from the child as the momentum forced the bulbous head in deeper, until the labia separated and the ribbed cock was forced to its hilt. "Harder!" Mrs Jarvis ordered. Standing over them both, Mrs Jarvis breathed in, loving the anguish and pain that Mrs Asher was causing the child, and loving the sight of the woman's bottom cheeks clenching as she so enthusiastically ravished the little tart. "Stop!" Mrs Jarvis shouted, sensing that they were both about to have an orgasm and removed the straps and helped the crying child dismount from the horse. "Now! Take Polly to Nurse Jenkins and tell her that she is to apply some of her magic lotion to her bottom, thighs and genitals. You may need to help restrain her when the magic lotion takes effect and you have my permission to discipline her in any way you deem fit when it does," Mrs Jarvis said with a knowing smile. "Thank you, Miss," Mrs Asher, replied. When Mrs Asher had taken the child away, Mrs Jarvis returned to her office and Lady Marlborough slipped out through a side entrance and took a stroll around the lake, before calling in at the stables to arrange for a carriage to take her to St Agatha's orphanage later that afternoon. *** On her return she took breakfast in the morning room before going to find Jane to invite her to join her on her visit to St Agatha's that afternoon. Impressed with the way she handled the twins last night; she wanted her to inspect the little tarts as they arrive from court and to select a couple of suitable ones to bring back to Marlborough Hall as future entertainment for her guests. Delighted that Jane had accepted her offer she made her way upstairs to a small room adjacent to the schoolroom. She was excited at the prospect of seeing her stepdaughter again after yesterday's ordeals and knew that Miss Walker her governess would take great pleasure in finding fault with the child regardless of her condition. Employed by Lord Marlborough, Miss Walker has a penchant for little girls and this only came to light when references from her previous employers spoke about the sexual abuse and excessive discipline of her former pupils. Her late husband decided that this was indeed what he wanted to see and with no affection for her stepdaughter she has since given Miss Walker the freedom to enjoy the little tart, on the condition that she only does it whilst she is watching. Spy holes in the wall give an eye level view of both the far side of the room where Miss Walker teachers her pupil, but more intriguingly an uninterrupted view of the punishment horse, which stands only a few feet away. By visiting at the same time, Miss Walker not only knows that her mistress is watching, but it gives her time between the visits to be much more innovative with the entertainment. Lady Marlborough made herself comfortable, as she had done on many occasions before and could see that Hannah, who was dressed in her sailor suit, was sitting at her desk attempting to solve a problem that Miss Walker had given her. "Time!" Miss Walker called. Walking over to collect the slate from her pupil, it was no surprise to lady Marlborough to see her indicate to Hannah that her effort was somewhat lacking. Unaware that Hannah was still in a delicate state after yesterday's ordeals, she mistook the child's lack of effort as a sign of her obstinacy and thankfully decided to teach her a very painful and humiliating lesson. "You are lazy and need to be taught a lesson," Miss Walker told her. At twelve, apart from being at that awkward age, a time when her body was growing and she got easily excited and needed strict discipline to calm her down, Hannah had a look of real cuteness about her and that excited Miss Walker's passions. "Stand up!" Miss Walker ordered. Slowly, but with conviction, she lifted her kilt and took her time to fondle her bottom and thighs, before turning her around to fondle her delicious little cunt. Pleased to see evidence of recent sexual abuse she knew that what she had in mind for the little tart would only be more of the same, only this time, it would be carried out under the pretext of teaching her a lesson. Miss Walker was on fire; her cunt starting to moisten as she fondled Hannah's delicious little body, safe in the knowledge that whatever she did to the child nobody was going to stop her. "Are you ready to learn your lesson?" Miss Walker asked. "Yes Miss," Hannah replied nervously. "Undress!" Miss Walker ordered. Hannah obeyed and in a matter of seconds her uniform had been removed leaving her naked and standing as she had been taught by Miss Walker with her hands on her head and her thighs wide apart. "Now! Over my knee," Miss Walker demanded. Hannah was familiar with this position. She had been spanked on many occasions like this and meekly obeyed; unaware of just how exciting she looked. Miss Walker felt the excitement building as she slid her hands over the child's small and slender waist and settled on her lovely young bottom, nicely round and firm, and so much more alluring now it was presented to her to be so cruelly spanked. Her heart thudding with pleasure, Miss Walker began to spank, then slowly picking up the pace in her eagerness to hear the little tart scream. Soon Hannah was writhing, screaming and kicking her thighs wide apart after each slap, her lily-white bottom taking on a whole new glow as the cheeks part erotically. Soon her hand grew sore and she stopped. She drew the child erect and smiled into her tear stained face, crooning lovingly to the poor girl as she massaged her sore bottom. Massaging her pupil like this gave her the chance to take her time to feel her smooth skin, her budding breasts, her smooth pubis and the dark recesses of her anal crease. "You are lazy!" Miss Walker whispered, standing up so she could pull the child towards the wooden punishment horse. Hannah began to cry and struggle, not quite stopping herself from being pulled towards the horse, but she did try to resist. Miss Walker loved the sheer nerve of the child and made her stand at the side of the horse ready to mount. Soon her widely parted bottom and genitals would feel the kiss of the martinet, the implement she planned to use on her already sensitive skin. A rack of implements stood along the far wall of the schoolroom, all sorts made of leather, wood and bamboo. Each one brought dark ideas to her cruel mind, ideas that would only bring pain and humiliation to her little pupil. "Do you want the chance to lessen your punishment?" Miss Walker enquired. "Yes please, Miss," Hannah said with a hint of hope. "In that case you will have to masturbate, do you understand?" Miss Walker told her. "Yes Miss," Hannah replied hesitantly. "Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to do it for you? Miss Walker asked with a rye smile. "I will do it myself Miss," Hannah replied. "Very well! But I will be watching closely and if you do not show enough effort, you will be severely punished, do you understand?" Miss Walker explained. "Yes Miss," Hannah replied. Starting to cry, she shuffled her feet apart and placed her fingers to the fleshy folds of her little cunt in the way she sometimes did when she thought nobody was watching. "Oh yes," Miss Walker gasped, a rush of excitement sweeping over her. "Push those fingers in further," Miss Walker panted, breathless with desire. Hannah obeyed, anything to lessen the punishment, wincing as a nail caught her tender little nubbin. "Move your thighs further apart!" Miss Walker ordered. Hannah did as she was ordered, whimpering as her muscles complained. Panting with the effort of trying to do too many things at the same time and whimpering at the threat of the promised severe punishment she lost her balance and fell in a heap on the floor. "You lazy little tart! You didn't try hard enough, did you?" Miss Walker said, calming the heat in her loins and denying herself the release that she craved. "Please Miss! I couldn't help it," Hannah screamed. "Mount the horse! Miss Walker ordered. Helping Hannah to mount, she decided to leave her wrists unattached so that she could continue to masturbate and placed her feet in the stirrups. Satisfied that she was suitably mounted, she walked around the horse enjoying the view between the child's widely parted thighs and hardly listening to herself, took a firmer grip on the leather martinet whip she had selected. "Masturbate!" Miss Walker ordered. Sweeping the martinet down in a long arc that was brought up short by the impact on Hannah's bottom, she inhaled as Hannah wailed, her eyes bright as she squirmed astride the leather saddle, her little fingers frantically rubbing her pink cunt and flattening her rounded vulva as she fought to minimize the soaring pain sweeping through her bottom. Licking her lips, Miss Walker swung the martinet again, listening and watching the little tart scream and cry, jerk and squirm, then swung it again, and again. After every sharp landing, she admired the new bright lines it had made, and how much brighter the flesh was where the lines crossed, and in particular how urgently the little tart was masturbating herself, even as she cried, sobbed and squirmed in pain. "Enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Miss Walker said, spitefully aiming to cross as many previous whip marks as possible to feel the surge of pleasure as Hannah rode the horse, squealing and masturbating herself frantically in order to absorb the lancing pain. "You're loving it, aren't you?" Miss Walker enquired. "Yes Miss," Hannah murmured, her eyes starting to glaze over. "In that case you deserve to be punished even harder," Miss Walker told her, her hand shaking as she reached for a studded strap and admired its craftsmanship. The supple leather strap was covered with rubber spikes, none looking exceptionally wicked in themselves, but as a whole, it would bite in, score and mark and would be deliciously painful for her young pupil. Hannah looked lovely as she looked over her shoulder at the implement that her governess had selected. Her expression showed that she knew from experience how painful the spikes could be and how easily the strap could be whipped in to land between her widely parted bottom. With a feral grin, Miss Walker raised the strap and swung it down to land painfully across her little bottom causing the child to squeal and thrash about. Before the child had a chance to settle, a second one had landed, distorting her bottom and leaving puncture marks that started to swell. Hannah screamed through her tears and frantically lifted herself up in the stirrups her fingers violently stimulating her clitoris in an attempt to escape the fire that was building in her little bottom. Miss Walker fondled her pupil's bottom, her breath shortening as she felt the indents left by the spikes. Putting down the strap she then pulled the child's bottom apart, sobbing with delight as she gazed at her cunt and anus. Both were quite deliciously exposed, one quickly clenching and knotting in worry while the other pouted and gleamed, burning hot when they were touched. "So, you like it do you?" Miss Walker breathed, wetting herself with her excitement, shaking on her legs as she suffered one orgasm after another. "No, no, no!" Hannah screamed. Miss Walker reached for the restraints that hung from the wooden legs of the horse and took her time to fasten and tighten them, her breath quickening as she positioned the little tart just how she wanted with the child's thighs widely parted and an interrupted view of her cunt and anus for her stepmother to enjoy. "Please Miss, I'll try harder, I promise I will," Hannah pleaded as her hands were forcibly removed from her cunt and fastened low down to the front legs of the horse. "You are nothing but a little tart," Miss Walker told her pupil. There was only one way to teach little tarts like Hannah a meaningful lesson, Miss Walker thought, rising to stretch for the highest of the implements hanging on the rack; a willow cane some three feet long and only a quarter of an inch thick. Miss Walker had no intention of using it on her bottom. Hannah had shown herself quite capable of taking punishment on her bottom. No, Miss walker intended to use the cane where it was going to hurt her the most, on her cunt and anus. "Right!" Miss Walker exclaimed. Cane in hand, she measured it along the child's bottom crease and then whipped it down across her tender clitoris. Hannah shook her head and screamed, begging her mistress not to hurt her any more while tears dripped freely from her face. "Please, please!" Hannah screamed, her voice rising as she felt the cold touch of the slender cane being measured again. Miss Walker waited until Hannah's scream rose to its peek, and then brought the cane down, making it whistle as it sped through the air to land this time on her anus. The resulting scream thrilled her and she shook with pleasure, drinking in the sight of the child as she thrashed against her bonds. Kneeling behind the little tart, she placed her face between the pale bottom cheeks and licked. Slipping her fingers between her own thighs she spread the slippery wetness seeping from her. Hannah's efforts to escape soon ebbed away and she lay there accepting the tongue as it soothed her inflamed genitals. "Two more," Miss Walker announced. Oh Please! Please no more, Miss," Hannah, begged, her trembling and crying returning. "Two more," Miss Walker repeated, rising and positioning herself, her cunt now gaping between her thighs as she laid the cane down between the crease of her pupils bottom. Hannah began to cry again and her body tighten as the cane rose. When it did strike however, it was on her inflamed clitoris again and her screams soon reached a new crescendo, echoing around the schoolroom. Miss Walker didn't feel any pain as she dropped to her knees. She was flooding into her hands, spilling her delight before her mouth had a chance to reach her pupils burning clitoris. When it did, she felt the swollen line that the cane had created and sobbed ecstatically. "No! Please don't Miss," Hannah, mumbled, weeping uncontrollably as a mixture of pain and pleasure surged through her genitals, causing her to writhe frantically on the slippery surface of the polished leather saddle. Her mistress's tongue had left her and she cried even louder, knowing what was to come. The cold tip of the cane became oddly pleasant that is until she recalled the pain it would bring. Miss Walker's aim was perfect; the cane sliced down between Hannah's lovely bottom bringing frantic screams that satisfied both her governess and her stepmother. "Now! You lazy little tart, have you learnt your lesson?" Miss Walker asked. "Yes Miss. Please no more," Hannah begged. Miss Walker decided to humiliate the child even further knowing that her stepmother would be expecting to be entertained. "I am not convinced that you have young lady," Miss Walker told her. "Please Miss! I have, I promise," Hannah said. "Very well then! You have a choice. Two more strokes of the cane in the same way as before, or to do a penance," Miss Walker announced. "Please Miss! I will do a penance," Hannah replied. Hannah knew from her limited experience that doing a penance would be a lot less painful than being caned. However, Miss Walker knew from her extensive experience that she would choose to do a penance rather than being caned and decided to introduce her pupil to something new, in the hope that her reaction would be entertaining. "Now! If you accept the penance you will have to be blindfolded, do you understand," Miss Walker explained. "Yes Miss," Hannah, replied. "Are you ready?" Miss Walker asked, walking over to a table in the corner of the schoolroom and returning with a curious looking brown paper parcel and the blindfold. "Yes, Miss!" Hannah replied, her voice starting to falter, her eyes fixed on the brown paper parcel rather than the blindfold, which she had been made to wear many times before. Putting the parcel down, Miss Walker placed the blindfold over her pupil's eyes and walked around to the rear of the punishment horse and opened the parcel. Lady Marlborough had watched her stepdaughter doing a penance on many occasions, but what made this time so intriguing was the way in which Miss Walker carefully handled the contents of the parcel, giving her an indication of the entertainment to come. The first sensation Hannah felt was that of total relaxation as her mistress took her time to massage her bottom, thighs, genitals and budding breasts. The second sensation was that of pleasure as her nipples; cunt and anus were being pinched and masturbated which causing her to writhe frantically astride the saddle. The third sensation was neither here nor there as her lovely pale skin was slowly caressed with what felt like gloved hands, sending shivers up and down her spine. Then a fierce burning irrupted within her as the nettles took effect and she started to scream and frantically writhe astride the saddle causing her to become excited and masturbate frantically in the hope of some relief. "Your enjoying your penance, aren't you?" Miss Walker whispered. "No, Miss!" Hannah screamed. Satisfied that she had learnt her lesson, Miss Walker returned to her desk leaving the child attached to the horse. Opening the lid of her desk she retrieved two rubber cocks, one, which was four inches long, and another about two inches long that were fitted with a screw base. Taking them over to her pupil's desk she screwed them both into the seat, the larger at the front and the smaller at the back and then adjusted the desk, so that when Hannah sat down her feet would not quite reach the floor. After marking her pupil's work she returned to the horse and helped Hannah dismount and leaving the blindfold in place led her over to her desk. "Sit!" Miss Walker ordered. Hannah screamed when she felt the rubber cocks but her mistress just took a hold of her shoulders and forced her to impale herself on the cocks one in her cunt and one in her anus and placed a bench under her feet to transfer her weight more fully onto her tortured bottom. It was only then that Miss Walker removed the blindfold so that the little tart could once again adjust to the reality of predicament. "Now young lady! You will remain at your desk until it is time for lunch, do you understand?" her governess explained. "Yes, Miss," Hannah, replied desperate to avoid earning any further punishment. Sated and satisfied, Lady Marlborough left the room and made her way back to her quarters to reflect on the entertainments of the morning and to plan her visit to St Agatha's later that afternoon.