TALES FROM A COUNTRY ESTATE By Dickins Chapter 9, Cruel Entertainments A dark and sadistic tale set in England. As the women escorted Amy to the infirmary a cool breeze circulated along the thickly walled corridors that ran under the orphanage. To Daisy this was quite normal, to Amy it was of no consequence, but to Jane it meant that she was no longer quite so flushed. "Stop dawdling!" Miss Hemming's barked, taking a firm hold of Amy's arm. "Perhaps we should make her lead the way," Miss Jenkins suggested. "Yes! That is good idea," Miss Hemming's said, pushing the little tart to the front and then lifting up the hem of her uniform at the back to smack her already sore bottom and thighs hard. "Please Miss! I am sorry," Amy whimpered. With the little tart leading the way they made better progress and were soon arrived at the infirmary. "Wait here! I am sorry but Mrs Turner only allows staff and their chargers to enter the infirmary," Daisy explained, ushering Amy in through the door. Jane was able to hear, albeit faintly, as Daisy explained to Nurse Jones just what treatment she required for the little tart. She also knew that there would be an opportunity to watch her being treated later so she was not unduly disappointed. "Tell me! Why are visitors not allowed into the infirmary?" Jane asked as Daisy returned. "Well! It is part of Hillcroft's philosophy to keep our charges apart from visitors and benefactors unless they are entertaining them. By keeping them apart it also ensures that the reactions to their abuse are as realistic as possible because they do not have anyone other than their mistresses to try and impress," Daisy explained. "Realistic!" Jane said. "Yes! It has been found that they will scream and writhe much more readily when being abused by their mistresses than when entertaining visitors and benefactors. This is because they have not got to remain quite so stoic in order to impress them," Daisy explained. "I see!" Jane replied. "Now! We better get going if we want to watch `The Parade' and find out which poor little darling her Ladyship chooses to entertain her," Daisy said. "Tell me! Will there be anyone else watching with us?" Jane asked. "Oh no! Mrs Turner's office is private and where she likes to entertain her visitors and benefactors. However, she is aware that there are spyholes and grilles in the adjoining room wall but insists that they are only used with her permission and on special occasions such as this one," Daisy explained. "She knows that we will be watching then?" Jane asked. "Oh yes! But it is important to remember that Lady Ambrose and her friend do not know that we will be watching, but because Mrs Turner knows she will no doubt be encouraging them to act out their passions to the full," Daisy replied. After walking along several gas lit corridors they stopped at a door that to Jane looked much like a storeroom. Entering quietly Daisy shut the door and took hold of Jane's arm to guide her as there was little in the way of any light other than from a small open window. "Tell me! Why is it so dark in here?" Jane asked. "Well! It is important that the light in this room is kept to a minimum so that the spyholes and grilles are not visible to anyone in the office. The last thing that Mrs Turner wants is for her visitors to know that they are being watched," Daisy explained. Once Jane's eyes had adjusted to the lack of light in the room she was able to see that the spyholes and grilles were ideally positioned at eye height when sitting down to watch and listen to the clandestine activities on the other side of the brick wall. Women's voices could be heard in the office discussing `The Parade' which quickly quelled any concerns that they were too late. There was a sharp contrast between the darkness of the room they were in and the brightness of the office. Two armless chairs had been placed on a raised platform one in front of each spyhole. Daisy helped Jane up onto the platform and then sat down pressing her eye up against one of the spyholes. Jane quickly followed but needed to adjust her rubber cock as she sat down to make herself comfortable. "Good! We are not too late," Daisy exclaimed. As Jane looked around Mrs Turner's office she was amazed at just how large it was and because it had a large bay window and a gaslight attached to the ceiling it was decidedly well lit. There was a desk and a chair over by the window and on the mantelpiece above the fireplace there were several small ornaments and an ornate clock. Above them was a large mirror that hung in such a way that it was angled downwards. On the other side of the fireplace was a bookcase full of medical books and journals and a clothes stand. Along the adjoining wall under the spyholes, although it was difficult to see because of the angle, there was an armless chair, a comfortable chair that had been positioned opposite the middle of the platform and in the corner a small occasional table and a larger table laid out with refreshments and various covered objects. A platform had been placed in the middle of the office that was wide enough and high enough to ensure that those girls paraded on it were in full view of their audience and at the same level as the spyholes. Also due to the angle of the mirror anyone watching through the spyholes would have a view of their fronts and backs at the same time. As she listened to their conversation Jane was also able to get a glimpse of the women as they came into view. Mrs Turner was much the same as she had imagined and in the way she spoke and acted very much the hostess making sure that her guests came first and that they were well catered for. Nothing seemed to be too much trouble for the woman as she offered her quests refreshments and when they were ready to start she helped Lady Ambrose to sit in the comfortable chair opposite the middle of the platform. It was also customary when was entertaining her visitors and benefactors in the privacy of her office that she would insist that they seek their own pleasures from the occasion which usually took the form of wearing a rubber cock or some other masturbatory devise. Lady Ambrose was older than she had imagined but nevertheless had an air of authority about her. Her friend seemed to be the one who was going to be providing all the entertainment as she carried a carpetbag similar to her own which no doubt was also full of disciplinary implements. However, it was by the matter of fact way in which she dropped the bag on the floor that made Jane realise that the woman had done this all before and if what Daisy had said was anything to go by Mrs Turner knew precisely what would be coming next. "My Lady! It is a pleasure to have you and your friend Sybil visiting us this afternoon but as you did not give us any warning I am afraid we were not prepared. However, as soon as you arrived I sent word for my staff to seek any suitable girls who had missed being punished this morning to be brought to my office," Mrs Turner explained. "Thank you!" Lady Ambrose said, handing Mrs Turner a sealed envelope which Jane could only think contained payment for the entertainment and if Daisy was to be believed, although she enjoyed participating in the poor little darling's ordeals she also had no qualms about accepting much needed funds to help keep Hillcroft afloat. It was obvious to Jane from the way that the three women talked and acted that they not only knew each other but that it was not the first time that they had contrived to make the poor darling's suffer. "Are Lady Ambrose and her friend regular visitors?" Jane asked. "Oh yes! Lady Ambrose and her friend have been using these visits and her position as a generous benefactor to satisfy their passion for abusing the poor darlings for as long as I can remember and Mrs Turner has always been only too pleased to oblige them," Daisy explained. As the women discussed the details of `The Parade' the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the office and a woman's raised voice silenced their conversation. "Now listen! You are to be on your best behaviour and you are to do exactly as you are told, do you hear me?" the woman barked. "Yes Miss!" They chorused. There was a knock at the door and when Mrs Turner opened it six girls of roughly the same age were ushered into the office. "Quickly now! Up onto the platform and face the ladies," the woman ordered, unhooking the dog whip from her waist and then swishing it through the air menacingly. Jane could not be certain how many of these poor darlings had been brought to Mrs Tuner's office under these circumstances before, but from the look on their faces when they saw that there was not only Mrs Turner but also three other women present they appeared petrified. They all wore white sailor uniforms similar to the ones that the girls at Marlborough Hall are made to wear but intriguingly they also had coloured ribbons in their hair. Walking along the row of nervous girls, Mrs Turner looked menacingly into their eyes in an attempt to remind them of just how important it was for them to impress their audience. "Tell me! Why are they wearing coloured ribbons of different lengths in their hair?" Jane asked. "Well! Mrs Turner insists that they are worn so that our benefactors and visitors can select them according to their experience of being physically and sexually abused. You see there are those who prefer to select the ones that have little or no experience so that they can humiliate them as they abuse them for the first time. Then of course there are those who prefer to select those who have some or allot of experience so that they can satisfy their real passion for cruelty knowing that the poor little darling's will do their best to remain stoic in order to please them," Daisy replied. "What do the different colours mean?" Jane asked. "Well! The colours denote the extent of their experience of physical and sexual abuse. White denotes none, yellow denotes a little, blue denotes some, red denotes average and green denotes that they are nothing but a tart," Daisy explained. "I see!" Jane replied, her voice indicating that she understood but was suddenly drawn to the action in the office. "We are delighted Miss Clark that you have been able to find so many girls in need of punishment at such late notice," Mrs Turner said, with a smile. "Thank you! All these girls are guilty of some infringement or another for which they have yet to be punished. I have made it quite clear to them that they will need to impress Lady Ambrose if they want to be chosen by her to be punished in private now rather than later in front of the others," Miss Clark replied. "Very good!" Mrs Turner said. "Turn!" Miss Clark ordered. The girls turned so that they faced away from their audience. However, the more knowledgably amongst them who had been there before knew to look in the mirror so that they could watch as Lady Ambrose pointing at them and discussed their fate with the other ladies. Then with a signal from Lady Ambrose the girls were made to dismount the platform and were led out of the office into the corridor again. To her disappointment, Jane was not able to hear the whispered instructions that her Ladyship gave to Mrs Turner, but she was intrigued when the woman stepped outside returning with just three of them. Lady Ambrose had decided that these three girls should be inspected and questioned and although they were of a similar age they jostled delightfully for the woman's attention. "Now! Up onto the platform and face the ladies again," Mrs Turner ordered. They did as they were told and nervously faced the women. Jane was able to see that two of them wore blue ribbons of medium length which denoted that they had some experience and one of them wore a yellow ribbon of a much shorter length denoting that she had little experience. Also the way they were positioned on the platform meant that the least experienced girl now stood between the others. "Now listen! In order to be chosen, you will not only have to impress Lady Ambrose but you will need to answer any questions you are asked truthfully, do you understand?" Mrs Turner explained. "Yes Miss!" They chorused. "Good! Then we can proceed. This is Miss Reynolds who is a governess and is very experienced at disciplining little girls like you, is that not correct my dear?" Mrs Turner asked, beckoning the woman to come and join her. "Oh yes!" Miss Reynolds said, walking over to her carpetbag and retrieving a cruel looking strap then walking up and down and then around the back of the platform all the time menacingly smacking the strap into to hand in an attempt to gauge the poor darling's reactions. "Now listen! Miss Reynolds is going to inspect you, do you understand?" Mrs Turner asked them. "Yes Miss!" They chorused. "Good! Remove your kilts and stand with your thighs apart," Miss Reynolds ordered. The girls removed their kilts not wanting to defy the woman and stood with their thighs apart. "Wider!" Miss Reynolds barked, using the strap to encourage them to part their thighs even wider. It could be clearly seen highlighted against their lovely pale thighs that their cunts were a delicious red hue and the height of the platform meant that their genitals and bottoms were not only at eye level to the woman's gaze but also at eye level with the spyholes. To the girls at Hillcroft being chosen to entertain was not only encouraged but had its benefits, the most rewarding being that of having the chance to show off their skills and their ability to be stoic under pressure in the hope that perhaps that they might be taken out or even taken away from the orphanage's harsh regime. "So! What do you think of these naughty little girl's?" Mrs Turner asked. "Well! I need to inspect and question them to be sure, but they all seem to be worthy penitents. It depends on which girl can impress Lady Ambrose the most," Miss Reynolds replied. "Did you hear that girls?" Mrs Turner said. "Yes Miss!" They chorused. "Now! Turn around and with your thighs wide apart touch your toes," Miss Reynolds ordered. When they had done as they were told the little darlings were standing with their backs to their audience and their thighs widely parted. Miss Reynolds was delighted to see that their cunts and anuses were still sore from their morning ablutions and because they had not been punished for a while their bottoms and thighs were also relatively unblemished. "Now listen! I am now going to inspect you and you are going to be asked some questions and I expect you to be truthful with your answers, do you understand?" Miss Reynolds explained. "Yes Miss!" They chorused. Miss Reynolds started with the girl in the middle determined to take full advantage of the fact that according to the yellow ribbon in her hair she was the least likely to have any experience. By starting with her she also hoped to confuse the others as they would have expected her to start from the left and proceed along the line to the right. "What is your name child?" Miss Reynolds asked. "Maude," the girl replied. "Maude what?" Miss Reynolds barked, smacking the backs of her thighs with the strap and making the others giggle. "Maude Miss," she screamed. "Be quite! It will soon be your turn and I do not like gigglers," Miss Reynolds said. "Sorry Miss!" They chorused. "How old are you Maude?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Ten," Maude whimpered. "Ten what?" Miss Reynolds barked, smacking the backs of her thighs with the strap again. "I am sorry. Ten my Lady!" Maude screamed. "How long has she been at Hillcroft?" Lady Ambrose asked. Mrs Turner went over to her desk and retrieved the orphanage admissions book and consulted it. "The records show that Maude came to us about a month ago my Lady," Mrs Turner replied. "Thank you!" Lady Ambrose said. Then with her hands firmly on Maude's bottom Miss Reynolds prised the cheeks apart so Lady Ambrose could get a better view of her cunt and anus both of which were still showing signs of soreness from her morning ablutions. "Tell me! Do you get pleasure from your morning ablutions?" Miss Reynolds asked as she fondled her cunt and anus. There was a silence as the little darling thought about the question but it did not take long for the ministrations of the governess's fingers to bring back the pleasurable feelings she gets from the warmth of the douching and enemas. "Well!" Miss Reynolds barked. "Yes Miss!" Maude whimpered, writhing deliciously on her mistress's fingers. "Good! I like girls who answer truthfully," Lady Ambrose said, hoping that that would register with the others. "You have a lovely firm bottom," Miss Reynolds said, fondling and pinching the pale unblemished cheeks. "Thank you Miss," Maude replied. "That is all well and good my girl, but do you think that bottom of yours will be able to withstand Miss Reynolds discipline?" Lady Ambrose asked. "I am not sure my Lady," Maude replied nervously. "Well! You better be sure if you want me to choose you, do you hear me?" Lady Ambrose said. "Yes my Lady!" Maude replied. "Tell me! Have you ever been punished intimately?" Miss Reynolds asked. There was silence as the poor little darling desperately tried to answer the question not quite knowing what the word intimately meant. "Well!" Miss Reynolds barked. "I am sorry Miss! But what does intimately mean?" Maude replied, the sound of the others giggling ringing in her ears. "Be quite! I will not tell you again," Miss Reynolds said. "Well! I could tell you or I could show you, which one is to be?" Miss Reynolds said. "Please Miss! I am not sure," Maude replied. "Then I will show you," Miss Reynolds said, placing the strap lengthways along her exposed anal crease and lightly tapping her cunt and anus just hard enough for her to understand what she meant. "Well!" Miss Reynolds barked. "No Miss!" Maude screamed, frantically rubbing her anal crease to try and dissolve the pain. "You naughty girl! Did I say you could stand up?" Miss Reynolds barked, smacking her bottom hard. "I am sorry Miss!" Maude whimpered as she bent over and touched her toes again, the redness around her cunt and anus now deliciously pronounced. Lady Ambrose gestured to her friend that she had seen enough of Maude and that she should move on. To confuse the poor darlings she moved to the girl standing on Maude's left and roughly fondled her bottom for a few moments before moving on to do the same with the girl on Maude's right. "What is your name child?" Miss Reynolds asked. "Anna Miss!" the girl replied. "How old are you Anna?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Nine!" Anna replied. "Nine what!" Miss Reynold's barked, smacking her thighs hard and delighted that the poor little darling had fallen foul of her strap so soon. "Nine my Lady!" Anna screamed. "How long has she been at Hillcroft?" Lady Ambrose asked. "The records show that Anna came to us about six months ago my Lady" Mrs Turner said. "Thank you!" Lady Ambrose replied. Then just as she had done with Maude, Miss Reynolds placed her hands firmly on Anna's bottom and prised the cheeks apart so that Lady Ambrose could get a view of her cunt and anus which also showed signs of being sore from her morning ablutions. "Tell me! Maude says that she gets pleasure from her morning ablutions, do you?" Miss Reynolds asked as she roughly fondled her sore cunt and anus. "No Miss!" Anna whimpered, the tone of her voice explaining just how sore her genitals were becoming under the woman's ministrations. "You seem to be quite sure. What is it about them that you do not like?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Well my Lady! The staff must favour the others as they seem to be in such a hurry with me and all I feel is pain," Anna replied. "I see! Is that true?" Lady Ambrose asked. "My Lady! It is true that my staff are under pressure to carry out morning ablutions quickly as they have other work to do, but I can assure that the girls although they may be somewhat sore they are always left meticulously clean afterwards," Mrs Turner replied. "Tell me! Do you think you would gain pleasure from your morning ablutions if the staff were to spend more time?" Lady Ambrose asked. "I am not sure my Lady," Anna replied. After receiving a signal from Lady Ambrose to move on, Miss Reynolds choose to further confuse the poor little darlings by fondling all their bottoms before returning to the girl she had not yet inspected or questioned and who so far had shown a real air of stoicism. "What is your name child?" Miss Reynolds asked. "Laura Miss!" she replied. "How old are you Laura?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Ten my Lady," Laura replied. "How long has she been at Hillcroft?" Lady Ambrose asked. "The records show that she came to us about nine months ago my Lady," Mrs Turner said. "Thank you!" Lady Ambrose replied. As she had done with both Maude and Anna, Miss Reynolds placed her hands firmly on Laura's bottom and prised the cheeks apart so that her Ladyship could get a better view of her cunt and anus which were still sore from her morning ablutions. However, this time the girl did not flinch and that did not go unnoticed by Lady Ambrose. "Tell me girl! Do you get pleasure from your morning ablutions?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Oh yes my Lady!" Laura replied. "What is it about your morning ablutions that gives you pleasure?" Lady Ambrose enquired. "Well my Lady! I like the warmth of the liquids and the way that the staff insert and withdraw the nozzles which makes me feel funny," Laura replied. "Tell me! Have you ever been punished intimately?" Lady Ambrose asked. "No my Lady!" Laura replied. "Maude did not seem to know. How can you be so sure?" Miss Reynolds asked. "Well Miss! Rather than using nozzles to cleanse our genitals they use implements to punish them," Laura replied. To Jane, the reaction on Maude's face as she heard Laura speak so frankly about such matters was priceless, even though she was upside down, and of the three of them she thought that Lady Ambrose would surely select her. Lady Ambrose signalled for Miss Reynolds to stop her interrogation. "Stand up and turn and face her Ladyship," Miss Reynolds ordered. The girls did as they were told albeit now in somewhat in a daze. "Now! Replace your kilts," Miss Reynolds ordered. With a signal from her Ladyship all three girls were led off the platform and into the corridor to await their fate. Determined to keep them waiting, Lady Ambrose and Miss Reynolds took their time over some more refreshments to converse about which poor little darling was going to provide the best entertainment. Then at last a decision was made and Mrs Turner was informed. The armless chair was positioned on the platform facing the window. From where Jane and Daisy were sitting they could see the chair and because it was facing the window it meant that when the governess sat on it with the girl over her knee the girl's bottom and thighs would be facing them. Also from where Lady Ambrose was sitting she was not only feet away but she was at eye level to the girl's bottom and that meant that as she was being disciplined any writhing or flaying of the girl's thighs would afford her a delightfully erotic view of her cunt and anus. When all was prepared and everyone was ready Mrs Turner walked over to the door and summoned Lady Ambrose's chosen penitent. It was of no surprise to Jane, or to Daisy for that matter, that Maude was brought back into the office. Mrs Turner led the girl over to the platform and made her stand to the right of the chair facing Lady Ambrose and her audience. "Now Maude! Have you brought a note for me?" Mrs Turner asked. "Yes Miss," Maude replied, handing her the sealed envelope. Jane had hoped that Mrs Turner would have read the content of the note out aloud but she merely passed it Lady Ambrose who quickly read it and handed it back to her. To Lady Ambrose, the note was a mere formality and meant very little because she had chosen the girl as an entertainment and did not need a note as an excuse to punish her. To Jane however, although she would have liked to have known just how naughty the girl had been she was just pleased that she was now going to watch her punished and settled back to enjoy her ordeal. "Now listen! Lady Ambrose has chosen you to be the one who is punished now in the privacy of this office rather than in front of the other girls, but mark my words, if you do not co-operate you will be punished again and even more severely in front of the others, do you hear?" Mrs Turner explained. "Yes Miss!" Maude replied, her voice betraying her growing terror. "You seem nervous girl, are you?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Yes my Lady" Maude replied. "Perhaps she should be allowed some lemonade?" Lady Ambrose suggested. "Would you like some lemonade?" Mrs Turner asked with a knowing smile. "Oh! Yes please, Miss" Maude replied. Removing the cloths that covered the jug of special lemonade and the large glass she filled the glass right to the top and gave it to Maude who gulped it down quite unaware of its powers, not only to make her comply, but also to render her oblivious to any erotic writhing's she might display whilst being disciplined. When Maude had finished drinking the lemonade Mrs Turner took the glass back to the table and then took her seat next to Lady Ambrose who signalled for her friend Sybil to gather her things and approach the platform. "Now Maude! Do you know what is going to happen to you?" Lady Ambrose asked. "I am going to be punished my Lady," Maude replied. "Yes! That is correct but you are not going to be punished you are going to be disciplined," Mrs Turner explained. "Oh! I am sorry Miss," Maude replied. "Do you know the difference between being punished and being disciplined?" Mrs Turner asked. "I am not sure Miss," Maude said. "Well! When a girl is punished it is over quite quickly, but when a girl is disciplined there is usually more time and if she has been chosen like you have she is also expected to entertain her audience," Mrs Turner explained. "So my dear! Where are you going to be disciplined?" Lady Ambrose asked. "I am sorry my Lady, but I thought I was going to be disciplined here in the Matron's office," Maude replied. "You are my girl! But what I meant was where on your body are you going to being disciplined?" Lady Ambrose asked, desperately trying to contain her laughter. "Oh! On my bottom and my thighs my Lady," Maude said. "Where else!" Lady Ambrose asked. There was a silence as Maude thought about the question trying desperately not to say the wrong thing. "I am sorry my Lady, but I am not sure what you mean?" Maude asked. "Well let me put it another way. You remember when Miss Reynolds showed you with her strap what intimately meant, well you are going to be disciplined there too," Lady Ambrose explained. "Oh please not there," Maude replied. "Oh please not there what!" Miss Reynolds said, smacking her bottom and thighs hard. "Oh please not there my Lady," Maude whimpered. "Where!" Lady Ambrose teased. "On my private parts," Maude replied. "Do you mean your cunt and anus?" Lady Ambrose said. "Yes my Lady!" Maude said. "Why!" Lady Ambrose asked. "Because it hurts my Lady," Maude replied. "I see! Does it not hurt on your bottom and thighs?" Lady Ambrose teased. "Yes my Lady, but it hurts much more on my cunt and anus," Maude explained. "Well now! That makes no difference as you are going to be disciplined on your cunt and anus as well as your bottom and thighs, but I promise that if you cooperate with Miss Reynolds I will help soothe your aches and pains afterwards, do you hear me?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Yes my Lady," Maude replied, her voice betraying her anxiety. "Good! Then we can begin," Lady Ambrose said, signalling to Sybil that she was anxious for her to make a start. Gathering up her carpetbag Sybil walked over to the platform and placed it down by the side of the chair. Even after many years as a governess there was nothing quite like the feeling she received when disciplining a girl like Maude for the first time. There was the tension between her and her charge and then there was an audience which always heightened the girl's stoicism and her desire to provide an exemplary entertainment for them. "Remove your uniform," Miss Reynolds ordered. Maude did as she was told and removed her uniform to stand naked in front of her audience who were now able to get their first really good look at her. Lady Ambrose was certain that she had chosen correctly, Mrs Turner was just pleased to be of service to her Ladyship, and as for her friend, well she was itching to get started. To Jane, although she was going to witness poor Maude being disciplined by the cruel governess she had seen that all before, what she was anxious to see was the way that Lady Ambrose was going to soothe the little darling afterwards and if what Daisy had told her was to be believed, then that itself would be well worth waiting for. Sitting down on the armless chair Miss Reynolds retrieved a thick sausage like leather object from her carpetbag and after raising her dress placed it lengthways between her thighs adjusting it so that one end of it nudged up snuggly against her crotch before letting her dress back down again. From experience, as there had been many occasions when she had disciplined naughty little girls for Lady Ambrose's entertainment, it had proved to be most rewarding, as it not only lifted their bottoms up but it afforded her much pleasure as they writhed on her lap. "Now listen! Unlike being punished which requires an offence to have been committed, being disciplined is for entertainment. You may scream and you may writhe as much as you like, but under no circumstances are you to clench your bottom or try to stop me, do you understand?" Miss Reynolds asked. "Yes Miss!" Maude replied. With that confirmation from her charge she unceremoniously hauled the girl up across her thighs and placed her left arm over her back to hold her in position. With her bottom lifted by the sausage like object and her cunt and anus exposed the poor tart's thighs were free to writhe about much to the delight of her excited audience. "Now listen! I read the note that you gave to Mrs Turner and I can tell you that if I were punishing you now I would be asking you many questions about your lewd behaviour with that other girl, but because I am disciplining you I do not need to ask them, do you understand?" Miss Reynolds explained. "Yes Miss!" Maude replied. "Good!" Miss Reynolds said, tightening her grip on her back and starting what was to be a slow but methodical hand spanking of her bottom and the backs of her thighs that was until the inevitable happened and the pain made the little tart start to clench her bottom. "What did I tell you about clenching your bottom?" Miss Reynolds barked. "Please Miss! I am sorry," Maude whimpered. "That makes no difference my girl! If you continue to clench your bottom then I will not hesitate to use the persuader," Miss Reynolds explained. "Please Miss! What is the persuader?" Maude asked. "Oh! You will find out soon enough if you continue to clench your bottom," Miss Reynolds said, retrieving a wooden hairbrush from her carpetbag and then using the handle to caress her cunt and anus making the poor darling writhe deliciously. If Maude thought that her mistress's caresses were to help soothe her then she was mistaken as she turned the hairbrush wood side down and started to spank her already tender bottom and the backs of her thighs not stopping until she was screaming deliciously and putting on a most erotic display for her discerning audience. "Stop clenching your bottom!" Miss Reynolds ordered. "Please Miss! I am sorry," Maude screamed. "Not as sorry as you are going to be," Miss Reynolds announced, reaching into her carpetbag to retrieve the persuader. Made to her own design and made of soft flexible leather it had tiny spikes sewn into its fabric. Its thickness was similar to that of the business end a riding crop and long enough to fit snugly over her charge's cunt and anus and to cause them excruciating pain should they clench their bottoms. "Please not there!" Maude screamed as the spikes rasped her cunt and anus as her mistress fitted the persuader between the cheeks of her bottom. "Please not there what?" Miss Reynolds barked, adjusting the persuader so that it fitted even more closely. "Please not there Miss!" screamed. To Jane this was intriguing but to Daisy, well she had seen it all before but was nevertheless enjoying the poor girl's ordeal. Then to the audiences delight Miss Reynolds turned the hairbrush bristle face down and started a sustained spanking making the poor darling scream and writhe as the spikes dug into her already tender cunt and anus as she clenched her bottom against the searing pain. Needless to say that as the tart's thigh rubbed against her mistress's cunt it caused her to become aroused and to Lady Ambrose in danger of losing her sense of purpose. "Enough!" Lady Ambrose barked, not wanting the little tart's tender skin to be any more damaged than it already was. Miss Reynolds stopped the spanking and reluctantly retrieved the persuader from between the girl's bottom cheeks and wiped it down before replacing it in her carpetbag. Then making Maude stand Miss Reynolds reluctantly removed the sausage like object from between her thighs and returned it to her carpetbag. "Prepare her!" Lady Ambrose ordered. With the armless chair left in place Mrs Turner mounted the platform and positioned her charge so that she was behind her and with her back to the window. Her next move was to horse the little darling, a feat that needed some help. When Maude's arms were around her neck she wrapped her own arms under the girls knees and brought her ankles around the front of her waist where they were tied to stop her from falling. This position meant that Maude's bottom was widely parted and her cunt and anus fully exposed, but more importantly her bottom and genitals were now level with Lady Ambrose's face. All Mrs Turner needed to do now was to bend forward and to support herself by her arms on the chair to make the girl's charms fully accessible to her Ladyship. "What did I say I would do for you if you cooperated?" Lady Ambrose teased, arising from her chair and moving to the end of the platform. "That you would help soothe my aches and pains my Lady," Maude replied. "That is correct! So do you want me to soothe your aches and pains?" Lady Ambrose asked as she massaged the tart's bottom and thighs whilst drinking in the delightful sights and smells of her pouting genitals. "Oh yes please my Lady!" Maude replied. "Very well! I will help to soothe your aches and pains, but first do you remember me telling you that you would be disciplined intimately?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Please my Lady! My cunt and anus are already sore," Maude begged. "That makes no difference. You are going to be disciplined on your cunt and anus, but mark my words if you do not cooperate I will withdraw my offer to soothe your aches and pains, do you understand me?" Lady Ambrose teased. "Yes my Lady," Maude replied with a sigh. "Good! Then I can begin," Lady Ambrose said, adjusting her masturbatory device to make herself more comfortable. "Miss Reynolds! Would you please pass me the martinet," Lady Ambrose said. Retrieving the martinet from the carpetbag she handed it Lady Ambrose then joined her at the end of the platform her flushed face betraying her sheer excitement. "It would appear that Mrs Turner is enjoying herself," Jane said. "Oh yes! The entertainment of her guests is paramount and their funds are vital to the running of Hillcroft. However, in all the time I have observed her helping to abuse her charges in the privacy of her office, I have noticed that it has become more difficult for her not to be caught up in the moment and become prone to fits of sheer pleasure as her rubber cock causes her to swoon," Daisy replied. "Attention it begins!" Lady Ambrose announced, handing the martinet to her friend and moving aside to watch as she brought the leather tails whistling down between Maude's bottom cheeks and onto her already sore cunt and anus. "Oh no! Please, that hurts my Lady," Maude screamed. "It is meant to my girl," Lady Ambrose said, signalling to Miss Reynolds to continue which she did vigorously causing the girl to scream and to writhe most erotically astride the Matron's back. "Well done! You took your discipline well my girl. Do you want me to help soothe your aches and pains now?" Lady Ambrose teased, signalling to Miss Reynolds to stop. "Oh yes please my Lady," Maude whimpered. "Very well! I will help soothe your sore cunt and anus, bottom and thighs, but mark my words if you do not cooperate I will stop, do you understand?" Lady Ambrose explained. "Yes my Lady!" Maude replied. "Good! Then I can begin," Lady Ambrose said, signalling to Sybil that she wanted to move to the next stage. Having entertained Lady Ambrose many times before in this very office she knew what was about to happen and went over to the refreshment table with her Ladyship. Jane was disappointed that much of what they were doing was in the corner of the office out of sight of her spyhole but was reassured when they returned. Lady Ambrose returned with a small table and Miss Reynolds carried a tray with some covered objects on it. Placing the table down by the side of the platform Lady Ambrose stood directly behind Maude and watched eagerly as her friend Sybil placed the tray down on the table and then removed the covers. On the tray, Jane could see a large jug full of water, a large bowl and a towel. Lady Ambrose poured water from the jug into the bowl and arranged the towel so that it was available when needed. Next she placed her hands into the bowl where she held them for a good few moments and then splashed her face several times before pressing it firmly in between Maude's bottom where she held it for a good few moments. Watching Maude's face Jane could not help but notice just how quickly the tart's expression turned from pain to joy as Lady Ambrose nuzzled her nose against her anus and her tongue against her cunt causing her to willingly push her bottom out and onto the woman's face. "Are you enjoying that my dear?" Lady Ambrose teased. "Oh yes my Lady," Maude replied. "Good! Let me see if I can make you feel even better," Lady Ambrose said. Splashing her face with water again she placed it back between the girl's bottom cheeks but this time she also massaged and pinched her nipples with her left hand and her clitoris with her right hand causing her to struggle uncontrollably astride the Matron's back. Then without warning she moved both her hands to the tart's cunt and masturbated and pinched whilst she continued to nuzzle her head between her bottom cheeks not stopping until the lemonade took effect and the girl started to swoon delightfully. To Daisy this was expected, but to Jane this was quite enthralling and she could not help but notice that it was not only Lady Ambrose but Sybil who adjusted her rubber cock to maximise their pleasures. Mrs Turner however, although struggling to support the girl was content to entertain her guests in the certain knowledge that they were providing much needed funds for her orphanage. "Maude! I must say that I am very impressed with the way that you took your discipline and your response to my soothing you afterwards," Lady Ambrose teased. "Thank you my Lady," Maude replied. "Mrs Turner and I have an agreement that if a girl entertains me well and I have use for her at the Grange, then she is given the chance to train as one of my maids, is that not correct?" Lady Ambrose said. "That is correct my Lady," Mrs Turner replied. "However, as you are not yet old enough for service you will have to remain under Miss Reynolds tutelage until you are. You will be well cared for, but marks my words, if you accept my offer Miss Reynolds will be just as strict with that lovely little bottom of yours as she has just been, but I will be on hand to soothe your aches and pains afterwards," Lady Ambrose teased. There was silence whilst Maude thought about the offer but inevitably she succumbed to the woman's hands and tongue. "So! What do you say my dear?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Oh yes please my Lady," Maude replied. "Then it is settled. Maude will leave Hillcroft with you when you return to the Grange later this afternoon," Mrs Turner said, bending herself further forward to make the tart's bottom more accessible to her Ladyship. "Thank you!" Lady Ambrose replied, as she continued to masturbate, bite, pinch and lick Maude's cunt and anus under the pretext of soothing her aches and pains. Suddenly Jane and Daisy's enjoyment was interrupted by the sound of a bell wafting through the open window. "What is that?" Jane asked. "Oh! That is the school bell which means that lessons are over. It is also the signal for everyone to take their places to watch Miss Brown teach some quite different lessons to her chosen pupils in the punishment room," Daisy explained. "By the state of things here it would appear that Mrs Turner is going to be quite a while before she is going to be ready to see me. Perhaps it is time for us to seek further entertainment?" Jane suggested, her voice betraying her excitement. "Very well! Follow me please," Daisy said.