TALES FROM A COUNTRY ESTATE By Dickins Chapter 8, Cruel Offerings A dark and sadistic tale set in England. Lady Marlborough stood at the dining room window after what had been a very pleasant lunch and proudly watched as her carriage carrying Miss Jenkins on her first visit to Hillcroft orphanage made its way over the stone bridge and out through the east gate. Her association with Hillcroft, a small but ideally situated orphanage for girls, started when her husband became a benefactor. In return Mrs Turner the Matron, a cruel and astute woman, would oblige him by sending little tarts to pleasure and entertain them and their guests. Not wanting to lose the special relationship they had she became a benefactress herself on his death and through her generosity and guidance has had a marked influence on the orphanage’s day to day regime. Some examples of note would be that Mrs Turner adopted the sailor uniform for her charges along with coloured ribbons in their hair to denote their length of stay and entertainment experience and a much stricter regime of genital hygiene and punishment. *** As they approached the orphanage the driver turned off the country lane and through an archway where the gatekeeper waved him on and he followed a long tree lined drive until he came to the main building, but to Jane’s surprise he then steered the Brougham around the back where it was slowed by several other carriages. Set well back from the surrounding country lanes Hillcroft was made up of several brick buildings and had plenty of space around the back near the stables to accommodate all the horses and carriages. Jane could not help but compare it to St Agatha’s, but although it was smaller, in her mind that only made it all the more quaint. As she waited she saw from her carriage window both men and women alighting their carriages and disappearing through the Tradesman’s entrance something that intrigued her. Her journey, which she had been assured would be a short one would have been quite uneventful, that is, had it not been for the broken braces on the Brougham which had caused havoc with the rubber cock she was wearing. Retrieving the carpetbag that her mistress always kept in her carriage to abuse the little darlings travelling with her she alighted as carefully as she could to avoid the rubber cock causing her to become any more flushed than she was already, something that did not go unnoticed by the woman waiting to greet her. “Welcome to Hillcroft! You must be Miss Jenkins,” the woman said, the crest on the carriage door reassuring her that she had indeed got the right name. “Thank you! My name is Jane and I am here to see Mrs Turner,” Jane replied. “I am sorry but Mrs Turner is busy at the moment, but she has told me to tell you that she has received your mistress’s note and she is expecting you. It is just that Lady Ambrose, one of our benefactors and her friend have arrived without an appointment and because they can be demanding of her time she has asked me to offer you some refreshment and to keep you entertained until she is free to see you,” the woman explained. “Thank you! Tell me why did my driver use the Tradesman’s entrance?” Jane asked. “Well! It is considered the best way to access the building without being seen. There is another entrance further along but Mrs Turner insists that it is only used for visitor’s taking the girls out or returning them. You see, to the girls a carriage at the tradesmen’s entrance means goods being delivered, but a carriage at the front means a visitor or visitors and the excitement of being taken out or even being taken away,” Daisy explained. “I see!” Jane replied. “My name is Miss Hemming’s but you my call me Daisy. Follow me,” she said, the expression on her face indicating that she had every reason to believe that it was not just the heat of the carriage that had caused her guest to become so flushed. Jane followed her along several corridors and was delighted to see that she had a dog whip dangling from her waist, but to her disappointment, whether it was that particular part of the building or perhaps the thickness of the walls, she could not hear any little darling’s being abused, something that she had been led to believe was rife at Hillcroft. “Tell me! Is there a reason why I cannot hear any of the little darling’s being abused?” Jane asked. “Well now! I do like a woman who gets straight to the point. The reason why you cannot hear any of the little darling’s, as you call them, being abused is because of the thickness of the walls. However, at this time of the day any girls that are still on the premises and are not entertaining are being taught by Miss Brown in the schoolroom which is over in the main building,” Daisy explained. “You have a schoolroom?” Jane asked. “Oh yes! We receive many requests for our charges to be allowed out for the day or even for the weekend and they are all destined for domestic service, so Mrs Turner insists that they receive a good all round education and are taught to please others and to do as they are told,” Daisy explained. “I am led to believe that abuse is rife here. Is that correct?” Jane asked. “Oh yes! I can assure you that all the staff here take every opportunity to abuse their charges as they carry out their duties, but the time when it is most prolific is during their morning ablutions. Because it is never known when the girls will be required to entertain Mrs Turner always insists on a high standard of genital hygiene. For the girls, this means a strict regime of vaginal douches and enemas which are always repeated if it is known that they have been requested to entertain. But for the staff, due to the number of girls the abuse they inflict can often be frustratingly fleeting,” Daisy explained. “I see! What about Miss Brown?” Jane asked. “Oh! She does punish her pupils in the schoolroom but prefers to wait until she takes them to the punishment room where she can take her time to really abuse them,” Daisy explained. “You have a punishment room?” Jane asked. “Oh yes! It is very popular with our benefactors and as a result it is not only well-equipped but it has spyholes to watch the punishments and grilles to hear the screams and like all the rooms here it has an interconnecting corridor to help protect their privacy. At this time, when lessons are just about to finish, there is always a scramble as you will have noticed as you arrived to find the best place to watch and listen as Miss Brown teaches her naughty pupils some quite different lessons,” Daisy explained. “Different lessons?” Jane enquired. “Yes! Unlike the schoolroom where lessons are educational. Lessons in the punishment room are punitive. As you can imagine she has to be innovative in order to satisfy her audience, but it does mean that she has much more time to abuse her pupils, especially as there is an infirmary for them to be taken to afterwards,” Daisy said. “You have an infirmary?” Jane enquired. “You sound surprised,” Daisy said. “Oh! It is just that Hillcroft is not all that large and I just wondered if there was enough room for such a facility here,” Jane replied. “Oh yes! Like the punishment room, the infirmary is not only well equipped but it is very popular with our benefactors who use the spyholes to enjoy watching Nurse Jones and her assistants apply healing salves to the poor little darling’s wounds,” Daisy explained. “Healing salves?” Jane said, her voice betraying her excitement. “Oh yes! They were introduced to Mrs Turner by your mistress and comes in the form of creams that are rubbed into their bottoms, thighs and genitals to ensure that any wounds heal as quickly as possible,” Daisy explained. “I see! My mother is a nurse and I am often called upon to help her in our infirmary. It was her who concocted the recipe and then passed it on to my mistress. It would seem that we use the salves for the same purpose and I would be interested in seeing just how Nurse Jones and her assistants apply them and how the poor darling’s react to the searing heat,” Jane said. “Searing heat!” Daisy said. “Oh yes! The beauty of my mother’s recipe is that in order for the salves to work they have to be applied liberally and with gloves. Although it does have the desired effect, the searing heat, especially when rubbed directly into their genitals causes the patient to writhe uncontrollably and as a result it is nearly always necessary to tie them down and to whip them in order to calm them down,” Jane explained. “Does it?” Daisy asked. “Does it what?” Jane asked. “Calm them down?” Daisy asked. “No! But it is most enjoyable to watch them being whipped,” Jane explained. “Later, if you want, we can go and see which little tart has been chosen to entertain Lady Ambrose and her friend. Then we can go and watch Miss Brown teach her pupils some different lessons in the punishment room and then go to the infirmary to see how Nurse Jones and assistants set about applying those healing salves here,” Daisy suggested. “Oh yes! Do you know what sort of entertainment Lady Ambrose and her friend are expecting Mrs Turner to provide for them?” Jane asked. “Well now! I understand that her friend is a Governess and Lady Ambrose has a penchant for watching her administer nursery discipline. I also know that this not the first time that she has brought her friend or the first time she has arrived without an appointment,” Daisy explained. “I see! Tell me if Lady Ambrose has arrived without an appointment how can she possibly be certain that Mrs Turner is going to find a suitable little darling for her friend to discipline at such short notice?” Jane asked. “Oh! That’s easy. Mrs Turner is very resourceful and there are girls of the age that Lady Ambrose likes who the staff for some reason or other have not had time to discipline. Lady Ambrose is a generous benefactor so nothing is too much trouble for her and a parade of naughty little girls who have not yet been disciplined is arranged for her to choose from,” Daisy explained. “A parade!” Jane said excitingly. “Yes! She is very particular about which poor little darling she chooses so Mrs Turner always parades as many girls of the age she likes that have yet to be disciplined and allows her question, humiliate and inspect them until she decides which one she wants to entertain her. I happen to know that Mrs Turner is very fond of the way her friend disciplines them and the way in which her ladyship soothes them afterwards,” Daisy explained, with a smile. “Soothes them!” Jane said. “Yes! She has a unique way of soothing them after her friend has finished disciplining them,” Daisy explained. “What do you mean?” Jane asked. “Well! That would be telling, so let us just wait and see. Tell me what brings you to Hillcroft?” Daisy asked, curious that anyone would travel without a good reason, especially in an enclosed carriage on a summer’s afternoon. “Well! Lady Marlborough is organising a special birthday party for a little girl called Alice,” Jane explained. “Why special?” Daisy asked. “Well! Normally, there would be nothing special about organising a birthday party for a little girl, but on this occasion there is, because my mistress only found out about it yesterday. Never the one to miss an opportunity to reward her staff for their loyalty, she suggested to Alice’s mother about having the party at Marlborough Hall tomorrow afternoon which she eagerly accepted,” Jane explained. “How old will Alice be?” Daisy asked. “Eight” Jane replied. “There will be refreshments and plenty of games, but mark my words, it will be the adults who will be having all the fun. That is why I am here to see Mrs Turner to arrange for a couple of suitable little tart’s her age to be escorted to Marlborough Hall to ensure that the party appears as normal as possible,” Jane explained. “Suitable!” Daisy said with a frown. “Well! My mistress made it quite clear that they should both be attractive and willing to please and if possible unblemished,” Jane explained. “Well now! From what you have said I do not think that you will have any problem finding a couple of suitable little tarts, as you call them, so I suggest that when you see Mrs Turner that you ask her about the Appleby sisters. They only arrived a week ago and you can take it from me they are adorable and because she insists that all new arrivals are treated lightly for the first week they will not only have unblemished skin but they will also be deliciously vulnerable,” Daisy said, with a smile. “What are they names?” Jane asked. “Rose and Sarah,” Daisy replied. “Thank you!” Jane said. Flushed as she was, Jane was in dire need of some refreshment and although she wanted to get down to the business of finding a couple a fresh little tart’s for Alice’s party that would have to wait. When she was led into a parlour her opinion of the woman changed. Although the room was not large it was uncluttered. There was a comfortable chair, three armless chairs, a large table which had been laid out with refreshments and a smaller table over by the window. There were also two adjustable mirrors on stands that were being used to reflect the afternoon sun into the room and a clothes stand by the wall. “Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable,” Daisy said. Jane did as she was told, but she found it difficult to sit down with any finesse with the rubber cock inserted in her cunt, especially as her bottom sank deeper into the chair than it did into the carriage seat. “You seem to be having some difficulty my dear,” Daisy said, with a smile. “Oh! It is nothing. It is just something that Lady Marlborough introduced me to, to make visits like this one enjoyable,” Jane replied, placing the carpetbag down next to the chair. “I see! Are you wearing a rubber cock as well?” Daisy asked. “Yes! But I don’t understand. How can you tell?” Jane asked. “Your face is flushed and you are having some difficulty making yourself comfortable,” Daisy said. “Oh!” Jane replied. “Think nothing of it my dear. Mrs Turner insists that all her female staff wear one and says that the pleasure it gives helps to double their efforts and rewards their enthusiasm,” Daisy explained. “From experience I can say that it is certainly true,” Jane replied with a smile, hoping that she would reap the benefits of wearing such a cumbersome thing this afternoon. “Are you more comfortable now?” Daisy asked. “Yes!” Jane replied. “Now! Perhaps you would like some refreshments?” Daisy asked. “Yes! That would be most welcome,” Jane replied. “Very well!” Daisy said. Drawing back a thick curtain which hid the pantry she revealed a young girl dressed in a maid’s uniform waiting to serve them. The curtain had ensured that she had not overheard their intimate conversations, but had made the poor girl nervous and unsure as to what to expect now that there were two mistresses to serve. “This is Amy Harper. She arrived a couple of weeks ago after the death of her Aunt, her parents having died in a tragic carriage accident some time ago and I have been assigned the task of training her for domestic service, something that all the girls here at Hillcroft her age undergo, but it is proving difficult because she is very clumsy and has much to learn, is that not correct?” Miss Hemming’s teased. “Yes Miss!” Amy replied. “This is Miss Jenkins,” Miss Hemming’s announced. “How old are you girl?” Jane asked. “Twelve, Miss!” Amy replied, curtsying as she had been taught. “You look most fetching in your maid’s uniform,” Jane said. “Thank you, Miss,” Amy replied. “That’s enough of your vanity girl! Serve the refreshments,” Miss Hemming’s barked. The distance from where the maid was to the table was not that far, but it was a still a daunting task for the poor darling to carry the tray of china crockery without dropping it. The women watched as she made an attempt at serving them but could not help being entertained by the poor girl’s lack of coordination and finesse which inevitably led to her spilling some of the tea. “Now! Before I left, what did I say would happen if you were to let me down in front of our guest?” Miss Hemming’s barked, unhooking the dog whip from her waist and running it menacingly through her fingers. “That I would be whipped, Miss,” Amy whimpered. “That is correct! Now serve the refreshments,” Miss Hemming’s ordered. The women watched the girl’s every move hoping that they might put her off, such was their desire to see her punished, and it was not long before she dropped one of the china cups on the floor. “You clumsy girl! What did I say would happen if you embarrassed me in front of my guest?” Miss Hemming’s asked. “That I would be whipped, Miss,” Amy replied. “Where?” Miss Hemming’s asked abruptly. “On my bottom and thighs Miss,” Amy whimpered. “That is correct! Now get down on your hands and knees and start picking up the pieces,” Miss Hemming’s ordered. As Amy knelt down on her hands and knees to pick up the pieces, the hem of her uniform lifted to reveal that she was not wearing undergarments, which gave them both a tantalising view of her lovely pale bottom and thighs and the red hue of her delicious cunt and anus demonstrating clearly just how thorough the staff had been with her morning ablutions. “Miss Jenkins! Do you think that this clumsy maid deserves to be whipped?” Miss Hemming’s asked, lifting the hem of her uniform further up the girls back so that her guest could have a much better view of her lovely charms. “Please Miss! I am sorry,” Amy whimpered. “Be quite child!” Miss Hemming’s barked. “I am not sure! It would be a shame to cut into such a lovely bottom and thighs. Perhaps instead, we could both spank her and then let her have the opportunity to prove to us both that she has learnt her lesson,” Jane said with a smile, delighted that knowing that she was visiting this afternoon, the woman had resisted punishing the maid which meant that her lovely pale skinned bottom and thighs were almost blemish free. “That’s sounds most interesting. Do you have experience in such matters?” Daisy enquired. “Oh yes! I am often called upon by my mother, who is a nurse, to help her with her charges, whether it is by abusing them to entertain her ladyship and her guests or by abusing them under the pretext of caring for them in the infirmary afterwards. I have in the carpetbag several implements that we can use to punish this clumsy girl and I have an idea how we might do it to our mutual satisfaction,” Jane replied, finding it difficult not let her lust for the pretty little darling soak her rubber cock. “Very well! Now get up and serve the refreshments properly, or it will more than a spanking that your bottom and thighs will be getting, do you hear me girl?” Miss Hemming’s ordered. “Yes Miss!” Amy replied. Not wanting to make the situation worse Amy served them the refreshments, the threat of the spanking focusing her efforts and ensuring that she did it properly much to her mistresses’ disappointment. However, just because she had been able to serve the refreshments properly it did not mean that she would be excused the pain and humiliation of the double spanking much to her mistresses’ delight. “Well done! Would you like some lemonade?” Miss Hemming’s asked. “Oh! Yes please, Miss” Amy replied. “Very well! But just because you served the refreshments properly this time it does not excuse you from the spanking, do you hear me?” Miss Hemming’s explained as she poured the special lemonade into a large glass. “Yes, Miss,” Amy replied. Jane watched mesmerised as Amy gulped down all the special lemonade unaware that the concoction would render her unable to resist. From experience she also knew that one of the effects of the lemonade would be to make the girl sexually aroused and she intended to make sure that during her spanking the girl’s frantic struggles would cause their rubber cocks to reward them both well for their efforts. “Let me help you my dear,” Miss Hemming’s said. “Thank you, Miss” Amy replied. Jane watched with delight as the special concoction started to take effect and Amy became unsteady on her feet. Miss Hemming’s decided to help her to clear the table, not only to ensure that there were no more breakages, but more importantly, to keep her out of the way as Miss Jenkins arranged the furniture for her spanking. “Let me know when you are ready,” Daisy shouted from the pantry as she closed the curtain and helped the child to wash, dry and put away the china. “I will,” Jane said. Clearing a space in front of the window she moved the two mirror stands so that they stood apart but pointed into the room. From experience, she knew that the light would reflect the child’s bottom and thighs in the mirrors. She then placed the two armless chairs so they were the same distance apart as the mirrors but facing towards the windows, then placed the carpetbag on the table which she placed between the two armless chairs. “Ready!” Jane announced, moving the other armless chair over by the window for Amy to use when she was brought out. “Now listen! You are to sit on this stool until I return, do you hear me?” Miss Hemming’s said, concerned not only that the lemonade would render her unable to stand without help, but that if she were to fall it would impair her lovely pale skin. “Yes, Miss,” Amy replied. Leaving Amy in the pantry and drawing the curtain behind her Daisy returned to the parlour eager to see just what Jane had planned. At first, she could not see the relevance of the way Jane had placed the mirrors and the chairs but was nevertheless delighted to discover that Amy’s spanking was going to be very different to the ones she would normally metered out. Lucky to have more time to abuse the girl, she was also delighted to have found in Jane a likeminded woman who shared her passion. So keeping their conversation to a whisper so that Amy would not be able to hear, they set about discussing the double spanking in more detail. “Tell me! Why have you placed the chairs facing the windows and the mirrors facing the room?” Daisy whispered. “Well! That is so whichever way we make her face, either towards us or away from us, we will both be able to see her bottom and thighs being spanked in the mirrors,” Jane whispered. “I see!” Daisy replied. “Now! It is time for us to choose the implements that we are going to use for Amy’s spanking,” Jane announced, opening the carpetbag so Daisy could see inside. Jane knew that she had permission to use them at Hillcroft and had already started to devise a plan for their use. Besides implements of cruelty there were items of persuasion, restraint and those of a soothing nature, all of which had been chosen by Lady Marlborough for no other purpose than to use on the poor little darlings who are unfortunate enough to journey with her in the Brougham. “This one!” Daisy said excitedly picking up a well-worn hairbrush. “Why a hairbrush?” Jane asked. “Oh! That is because I was always spanked with a hairbrush as a child and I remember the searing pain, especially from the bristle side, and I want her bottom and thighs to feel what I felt,” Daisy explained. “What about you!” Daisy asked, delighted that her guest wanted to involve her in her games. “This one!” Jane said, picking up a leather strap. “Why a strap?” Daisy enquired. “Because I want her bottom and thighs to feel as if they are on fire,” Jane said. “I see!” Daisy said with a smile. “Now! Go and remove her uniform and rub this into her bottom, thighs and genitals until she becomes aroused. Then place this over her eyes when you are satisfied that she is ready and bring her over to this chair,” Jane whispered, handing her a bottle of oil, a towel and a blindfold from the table. “Oil?” Daisy enquired. “Yes! A well-oiled bottom, thighs and genitals will make the spanking much more painful for her and ensure that we do not have to assert ourselves to satisfy our passions,” Jane explained. “It would seem that you are experienced when it comes to making sure that the poor darlings are not only punished but give satisfaction in return,” Daisy said. “Oh yes! Now I think it is time for Amy to help us satisfy our passions,” Jane announced. “Why the blindfold?” Daisy asked. “Well! If we are going to avoid getting the oil on our clothes then we are going to have to remove them, besides there is nothing quite like the feel of naked flesh against naked flesh and having her wear a blindfold will not only make her disorientated but will also protect our privacy. Oh! Do not forget to use the towel to wipe your hands before you bring her out,” Jane explained. “Ok! I will go and prepare her now,” Daisy replied, quickly scurrying off to the pantry the excitement in her voice betraying her growing desire to fondle and abuse her charge. After replacing the items that were left into the carpetbag Jane placed the hairbrush under the right chair and the strap under the left chair and then placed the carpetbag under the table before going to the pantry to watch Amy’s preparation. Daisy left the curtain open this time and although not large the pantry did have enough space and the light from the skylight and a small window at the back was sufficient to illuminate the proceedings much to Jane’s delight. “Stand!” Miss Hemming’s barked, moving the stool so that the clumsy girl would not fall over it. “I am sorry,” Amy whimpered. “Not as sorry as are going to be if you do not address me correctly,” Miss Hemming’s replied, part of her wanted to fondle her and the other to whip her, but knowing that she could do both without retribution only served to fuel her lust for the pretty little maid. “I am sorry Miss,” Amy whimpered. “Remove your uniform,” Miss Hemming’s ordered. Amy did as she was told knowing full well the consequences if did not obey her mistress. Although it was not her first time being naked in front of Miss Hemming’s it was the first time in front of Miss Jenkins which made her blush. Jane could not help but drool over Amy’s beauty and compared her with Polly Tomkins the little maid that Mrs Asher often brought to the infirmary after being punished. Although Amy was a little bit older and slightly bit taller than Polly the differences were minimal. They both had long hair, scrubbed faces, pert little breasts and nipples, sturdy thighs, firm little bottoms, pouting cunts and tight puckered anuses just ripe for ravishing. It was then that Jane remembered that her mistress had mentioned that Mrs Asher was looking for another parlour maid and it occurred to her that Amy would be ideal as she was attractive, obedient and willing to please. This was definitely something that she needed to speak to Mrs Turner about but for now her thoughts turned to the poor little darling nervously standing naked in the pantry. “Now listen! You are to stand on this stool and do exactly as you are told, do you understand?” Miss Hemming’s barked, moving the stool into the centre of the pantry. “Yes, Miss,” Amy replied. Daisy helped Amy up onto the stool so that she faced away from Jane, the special lemonade making it necessary for her to support her until she was able to gain her balance. Made of solid oak the low rectangular pantry stool had a nonslip surface and was ideal for the purpose as it ensured that the poor darling could turn around and stand with her thighs wide apart without slipping off. Another advantage of course was that Daisy could apply the oil without having to bend unnecessarily. “Move your feet apart,” Daisy ordered. Amy hesitantly moved her feet apart unsure just how far her mistress wanted them to be only to find out the hard way. “Further!” Miss Hemming’s said, moving her feet to the edges of the stool and smacking her bottom and thighs for a good few moments which made the child whimper. “Please, Miss,” Amy cried. “Be quite!” Miss Hemming’s said with a sly smile that only Jane could see. Satisfied, Daisy stood to the left of the stool so that Jane could have an uninterrupted view and slowly rubbed the oil into her now sore bottom and then dribbled the oil down her anal crease. “Now! Place your hands on your knees,” Miss Hemming’s ordered. As Amy bent forward her bottom cheeks parted and the oil trickled over her anus and down onto her cunt but her mistress ignored this and moved swiftly onto the backs of her thighs. “Stand up and turn around,” Miss Hemming’s ordered. Amy did as she was told but needed some help to turn, but once in position facing Jane her mistress rubbed the oil into the top half of the front of her thighs. Jane could not help noticing the way that the girl started to fidget and gyrate her bottom back and forth as the oil in her anal crease began to itch. “Please Miss!” Amy whimpered. Ignoring her pleading, Daisy rubbed the oil into her pert little breasts stopping only when her nipples became hard. Then moving to the right hand side of the stool she coated her hands with oil then placed her left hand over Amy’s cunt and her right hand between her bottom cheeks. After what seemed to be a long pause which made Amy sigh her mistress started to use her fingers too slowly but methodically massage the oil into her cunt and anus which brought the tart up onto her toes. Whether it was her fingers, the special lemonade or perhaps a combination of both, it did not matter, Amy was starting to show signs of arousal and she deemed it time to stop. “Please!” Amy whimpered. “Please what?” Miss Hemming’s barked, smacking the fronts of the tart’s thighs to punish her insolence. “Please Miss!” Amy whimpered. “Tell me! Did you enjoy that?” Miss Hemming’s asked. “Please Miss!” I am sorry,” Amy pleaded. “Answer my question,” Miss Hemming’s barked. “Yes Miss,” Amy replied. “Get down!” Miss Hemming’s barked, leisurely wiping her hands on the towel. Satisfied that she had indeed aroused the little tart, Daisy helped her get down from the stool but then showed no sympathy as she placed the blindfold over her eyes. “Please Miss!” Amy whimpered. “Be quiet!” Miss Hemming’s said, as she led the tart out of the pantry and through the maze of obstacles to the chair where Miss Jenkins was waiting. “Now! You are to sit here until you are told to move and then you are to do exactly as you are told, do you understand?” Miss Hemming’s said. “Yes Miss” Amy replied. Unable to see the elaborate arrangement of chairs and mirrors that had been positioned for her spanking, Amy sat as she had been told with the sunlight from the window illuminating her pale oiled skin and highlighting the now reddening smack marks deliciously. To Jane, having Amy aroused through a combination of the special lemonade and her mistress’s ministrations would not only make her compliant during her double spanking but easier to arouse again. It also meant that they would be able to explore Amy’s willingness to please others even when in pain, something that Jane was most interested in testing. Jane then signalled for them to undress and they both hung their clothes on the stand. The benefits of undressing were a freedom of movement and skin to skin contact with their prey. It also meant that their clothes did not get oil on them and perhaps more importantly, it meant that there would be nothing between the tarts flailing knees and thighs and their rubber cocks. For Daisy, this was the first time she had been naked in front of another woman and although nervous, she was not in the slightest bit embarrassed about wearing her rubber cock as she now knew that Jane was wearing one as well. To Jane, being naked in front of another woman was not new and she could not help but compare Daisy with Mrs Asher. Although they both had full breasts, shapely bottoms and firm thighs they had two other things in common, they were both in charge of pretty little parlour maids and they both had a real passion for abusing them. Jane signalled for Daisy to attend to the tart whilst she sat down opposite them in the left hand chair. Another signal indicated that she was to bring Amy between them and for her to then sit down in the right hand chair. Not entirely sure of what she was doing, Daisy knew that it was imperative that she kept the child calm and kept her lust for her under control at least until she was in position so she simply followed Jane’s signals. “Stand!” Miss Hemming’s ordered. Amy stood up with a little help but as her mistress removed the chair she was sitting on she placed her arms around her to guide her forward. It was then that Amy realised that her mistress was also naked and that made her remember her Nanny who would always remove her clothes before giving her a bath. It was not just the memory of her giving her a bath whilst naked but also the feelings of the skin to skin contact. She recalled that her Nanny would firstly wash and then dry her before taking her time to double check that her cunt and anus were thoroughly clean, a procedure that caused the probing fingers to bring her immense pleasure and make it difficult for her to resist. Daisy led Amy forward and then sat down on the other chair. With the little tart in front of them, they both cupped her bottom and dragged her forward so that she stood with a leg between each of their thighs. It did not take long for Amy to realise that once she started to struggle as she knew she would, that all they needed to do was to tighten their thighs and she would be trapped. Of course, this was just what they intended to do so that her flaying knees would rub and bump up against their rubber cocks providing them with the orgasms they desperately craved. The way that Jane had placed the armless chairs tapering inwards meant that the little tart was not only standing between their thighs with her bottom and thighs reflected in the mirrors, but that her breasts and nipples were at eye level and her cunt and anus were close enough to fondle during the spanking. Standing between their thighs with a blindfold on Amy was unaware of just how lovely her bottom and thighs appeared in the mirrors or just how the combination of the oil and her arousal from the lemonade was driving her mistresses crazy with lust. “Now listen! You are going to do as you are told, do you understand?” Miss Jenkin’s said, fondling her bottom and thighs and then fingering her cunt and anus before signalling for Daisy to do the same. “Yes!” Amy whimpered, the tone in her voice clearly reflecting the strange experience of having her bottom, thighs, cunt and anus fondled by not two but four wandering hands. “Yes what?” Miss Jenkin’s barked, smacking Amy’s oil covered bottom and thighs hard and signalling to Daisy to do the same. It did not take long for Amy to concede. “Please Miss! I am sorry,” Amy screamed, her struggling causing her knees to rub deliciously up against their rubber cocks. “Now! You can see just what I have to put up with. This girl is not only clumsy but she is also impertinent,” Daisy said, her voice reflecting the pleasure her rubber cock was giving her. “Well! Perhaps we should rethink how we are going to spank her,” Jane said. “What do you have in mind?” Daisy said, having to shout over Amy’s screams. “Well! We could offer her a choice of how she wants to be spanked, either with the implements we have already chosen or by a double hand spanking,” Jane suggested. “What if she chooses the double hand spanking?” Daisy asked, her voice reflecting her concern that she might not get to use the hairbrush. “Oh! We just increase the length and severity of the spanking until we are both totally satisfied,” Jane replied with a smile. Already feeling aroused by the girl’s knee rubbing against her rubber cock, Daisy could see the sense in the idea and smiled back. “Now listen carefully! You are going to be offered a choice of how you are to be spanked, but mark my words, whichever way you choose, I can assure you that we are not going to stop until we are satisfied, do I make myself clear?” Miss Hemming’s asked. “Yes Miss!” Amy whimpered. Daisy hoped that Amy would choose the hairbrush and strap spanking whilst Jane hoped that she would choose the double hand spanking. The reasoning behind Jane’s decision not to use the strap, was that she had in mind to suggest to Mrs Turner that Amy should be allowed to become a parlour maid under Mrs Asher at Marlborough Hall. From experience Jane knew that Mrs Asher would insist that her new parlour maid had an unblemished bottom and thighs. This double hand spanking would not only mean that any marks would quickly fade but due to her lack of any substantial punishment at Hillcroft the poor darling would be delightfully unprepared for all the pain that the cruel woman enjoys metering out to her charges. “Now listen! You have the choice of either a hairbrush and strap spanking or a double hand spanking,” Miss Hemming’s explained. “However, if you decide to take the double hand spanking, I can assure you that it will be much longer and just as painful, do you understand?” Miss Jenkins said. “Please Miss! I am not sure,” Amy whimpered. “That is of no consequence to us girl. You have to decide now or we will decide for you, do you understand?” Miss Jenkins said. “Yes Miss!” Amy whimpered. Jane signalled to Daisy to smack Amy’s bottom and thighs with her hairbrush whilst she did the same with her strap and then to emphasise the difference to smack her bottom and thighs with their hands until she made a decision. “Well! What is it to be?” Miss Hemming’s barked. “The double hand spanking Miss,” Amy whimpered, the smarting in her bottom and thighs causing her to writhe deliciously up against their rubber cocks. “Well then! A double hand spanking it is, but mark my words, you are going to have to show us just how much you are willing to please us if you want us to show you any mercy. Do you understand my girl?” Miss Hemming’s said. “Yes Miss!” Amy whimpered. To Daisy, the girl’s decision was disappointing but to Jane it was ideal and if she could persuade Mrs Turner to let Amy train to be parlour maid under Mrs Asher, then she could be brought along with the Appleby sisters to Marlborough Hall tomorrow afternoon. With their rubber cocks causing their cunts to moisten they were both on fire with lust for the pretty little tart. “Now! Are you ready to please us?” Miss Jenkins asked. “Yes Miss,” Amy whimpered. Standing naked between her mistress’s thighs, Amy was the picture of erotic deliciousness her nipples and clitoris asking to be pinched and her bottom and thighs begging to be spanked. The special lemonade had played no small part in bringing about a flushed pallor to her pretty face and she showed real signs of arousal. At twelve, the tart had yet to feel any real pain, especially of the sort that Mrs Asher would enjoy administering, but she did have a fascination for seeing the results of others misfortunes. It was at morning ablutions that she would be at her most vigilant as she looked for punished bottoms and thighs and watched enthusiastically as the others had their cunts and anuses roughly violated under the pretext of maintaining the orphanage’s strict regime of genital hygiene. With Amy so close to them and the smell of her arousal egging them on, they slid their hands over her body rubbing the drying oil back into her lovely pale skin. Then with a synchronised action they fondled her lovely round and firm little bottom in an attempt to prepare it for the spanking. This was made even more enjoyable as they were both able to see the results of their actions reflected in the mirrors. “Now listen! If you want us to show you any mercy, then you will have to masturbate both before and during your spanking, do you understand?” Miss Hemming’s said. “Yes Miss!” Amy replied, her voice betraying her desire to gain pleasure from the pain she was about to receive. “Good! You can start by rubbing your breasts until your nipples harden and then you can pinch them,” Miss Jenkins ordered. Amy did as she was told rubbing her oil soaked breasts and then pinching her nipples until the pain made her wince delightfully. “Harder!” Miss Hemming’s ordered, smacking her bottom hard. “Please Miss!” Amy whimpered. “You are not going to get away with it that easily,” Miss Hemming’s said. “Masturbate!” Miss Jenkins barked, signalling to Daisy to follow her lead and close her thighs and then turn outwards causing the poor girl to move her thighs further apart. Amy did as she was told, the drying oil burning her flesh as she used her fingers to work the fleshy folds of her delicious little cunt in much the same way as her Aunt had done after her bath and she did late at night in bed when she thought no one was watching. “Now! Push your fingers further in and pinch your clitoris,” Miss Hemming’s ordered. Amy did as she was told pushing her fingers in deeper and then pinching her clitoris. Daisy smiled at her guest as they watched in the mirrors as Amy frantically attempted to quell the itching caused by the drying oil around her anus and then wantonly rubbing her vulva in an attempt to stem the pain. “Amy Harper! You are a nothing but a dirty little tart,” Miss Jenkins said. “Please Miss! I am sorry,” Amy whimpered. “You like it, don’t you?” Miss Hemming’s teased. “Yes Miss!” Amy whimpered. Massaging the oil into her bottom and thighs, their breath shortened as they prised her bottom cheeks apart, her mistress’s spent a few moments enjoying the reflection in the mirrors of her pouting cunt and puckered anus. “Now my girl! It is time for your double spanking,” Miss Jenkins announced. “Listen carefully! You are to masturbate throughout your spanking and under no circumstances are you to stop until we say so, do you understand,” Miss Hemming’s explained. “Yes Miss!” Amy replied. Then before the poor darling had a chance to comprehend what she had agreed to they started the spanking, taking turns to alternate between her bottom and thighs and caused a delightfully surge of erotic pleasure to travel up through their rubber cocks. There was little doubt in their minds that the special lemonade had helped Amy to become aroused. Due to its properties it had caused her lovely pale skin to become accustomed to the pain and brought her close to an orgasm. “Stop!” Miss Hemming’s ordered. “Please Miss!” Amy whimpered. “You like that, don’t you?” Miss Jenkins teased. “Yes!” Amy replied. “Yes what?” Miss Hemming’s barked, taking Amy’s nipples between her fingers and thumbs and pinching them hard. “Yes Miss!” Amy screamed, her fingers violently pleasuring her clitoris in an attempt to counteract the pain in her bottom and thighs. To women like Jane and Daisy their pleasure was gained from cruelly abusing those little darlings who had agreed to suffer in order to please them and Amy Harper was no exception. The truth of course was that the special lemonade was the cause of Amy’s wantonness, something that her mistress’s knew and intended to exploit to the full. “Masturbate!” Miss Hemming’s barked. Amy’s ordeal was by no means over and as she wantonly rubbed her clitoris to stem the pain they continued to use their hands to spank her bottom and thighs as hard as they could. However, this had its own problems, none of which was so immediate than the pain that was now building in their hands rendering the spanking less effective. It was obvious to Jane that Daisy was getting frustrated and she sought to help her by suggesting an alternative. “Well! I think that I might just have the cure for her wantonness,” Miss Jenkin’s announced, retrieving the carpetbag and taking out a parcel and a pair of gloves and placing them on the table. Opening the parcel she showed the contents to Daisy who was intrigued by what she saw. However, all that Amy could do as she was unable to see what her mistresses were looking at and talking about was to listen in the hope of deciphering what her fate might be. Jane recognised the pot of cream to be one of her mother’s concoctions and from experience knew that by massaging it into the girl’s genitals it would have two reactions. Firstly, it would make her hopelessly aroused and come close to an orgasm. Secondly, it would cause an intense burning to build up turning any pleasure she may be feeling into pain and causing her to writhe delightfully against their rubber cocks. “Listen! As you like acting like a tart, then we are going to treat you like one, do you understand?” Miss Jenkins explained clearing the table. “Yes Miss!” Amy whimpered nervously. “Now! Bend forward and place your hands down on this table,” Miss Hemming’s ordered. Amy did as she was told but needed help to place her hands on the table because although she could feel it she could not see it. With her thighs trapped as they were, her bottom cheeks were parted deliciously presenting her mistress’s with a tantalisingly erotic view of her vulva and anus in the mirrors. “Now listen! We are going to help soothe your aches and pains by massaging some cream into your bottom, thighs and genitals, do you understand?” Miss Jenkins asked. “Yes Miss!” Amy replied. Opening up the pot Jane slipped on the left hand glove and then scooped a generous helping of the cream before signalling to Daisy to do the same with the right hand glove. Then working together they hastily massaged the cream into her bottom and thighs to give her the impression that they were trying to soothe her aches and pains, but quickly moved on to her genitals where they roughly masturbated her taking it in turns to alternate between her cunt and her anus only stopping when they had brought her close to an orgasm. “Please Miss!” Amy pleaded. “You like that, don’t you?” Miss Jenkins teased. “Yes!” Amy replied. “Have you forgotten something?” Miss Hemming’s barked, seeking out her inflamed clitoris and pinching it hard making the poor darling scream deliciously. “I am sorry Miss! Please don’t stop,” Amy screamed. Not intending to stop, especially now that their prey was just starting to enjoy the combination of the pain and the pleasure they continued roughly masturbating her until she was about to orgasm and then stopped abruptly. “Please Miss!” Amy screamed. Amy’s screams sent shivers down both their spines and as the burning built in her cunt and anus she began to writhe uncontrollably. Jane signalled for Daisy to follow her lead and tighten her grip around her thighs and it did not take long before they were reaping the rewards of all their efforts and spending copiously onto their rubber cocks. Jane was reluctant to let herself become sated quite so early in her visit to Hillcroft but was delighted in the way that they had been able to coerce the little tart into displaying such wantonness. “You took your spanking well,” Miss Hemming’s said, as she wiped away the cream with the towel. “Thank you, Miss!” Amy replied. “Now! How would you like to train to become a parlour maid at Marlborough Hall? It would mean that you would have to leave Miss Hemming’s charge and train under Mrs Asher, a strict woman, who always demands total commitment and punishes clumsiness severely,” Miss Jenkins asked. There was awkward silence as Amy contemplated the offer. All the girls at Hillcroft would eventually have to go into service but at only twelve she could not help this offer was too good to be true. Proud that she had been able to take her spanking and delighted that she had managed to please her mistresses. “Thank you Miss! I would like that very much,” Amy replied. “Good! I will speak to Mrs Turner when I see her and I will try to persuade her to let you move to Marlborough Hall as soon as possible,” Miss Jenkins explained. “Stand!” Miss Hemming’s ordered. Amy did as she was told and was led over to sit on the chair by the window whilst her mistresses got dressed. Once they were both presentable, Daisy led Amy back to the pantry removing the blindfold and then making her put her uniform back on. “Now listen! You are to sit on this stool until you are told to move, do you understand?” Miss Hemming’s said. “Yes Miss!” Amy said. Leaving the girl sitting on the stool, Daisy returned to the parlour again pleased to see that her guest had rearranged the furniture and was waiting for her. “Well! What do think of the little tart then?” Daisy asked with a smile. “Well! I thought that she handled being spanked by two mistresses well and that you have done an excellent job in training her to please others. Now, if my memory serves me correctly, you said that we could go and see Lady Ambrose’s governess administer some nursery discipline and Miss Brown administer some different lessons before I meet with Mrs Turner,” Jane replied. “Yes I did! So if we leave now we can take Amy to the infirmary where she can start her treatments and we will still have enough time to watch the parade of little darlings Lady Ambrose insists upon having to select her prey,” Daisy explained. “Excellent! Now go and fetch the girl and we can go and find some more entertainment,” Jane said. Daisy returned to the pantry to find the little darling sitting on the stool as she had been told. “Now listen! We are now going to take you to the infirmary so that Nurse Jones and her assistants can soothe away your aches and pains, do you understand?” Miss Hemming’s said. “Yes Miss! Amy replied. Daisy escorted Amy out of the pantry and all three of them quickly left the parlour making their way down the many unfamiliar corridors. To Jane, the afternoon still had its prospects. To Daisy, the afternoon was going well, especially as she knew what to expect. To Amy, she was under the impression that having her aches and pains soothed away could not be any more painful than being spanked, something that the little tart was about to find out was not necessarily the case.