Chapter
1
In my
twenty-ninth year, my grandfather and I received an invitation to
attend a 'spanking weekend' at Cropton Manor, the home of Lord and
Lady Newburn, near the village of Chapsom Parva in Kent. My
grandfather was by that time too frail to travel, but insisted I
attend nevertheless.
'The century
is almost ended, Jamie,' he said, 'and my generation of spankers
along with it. Time to hand over the reins to younger folk. This
Lord Newburn is a fine fellow, by all accounts, and he's on good
terms with some very influential people. You must go and make his
acquaintance.'
Advice from my
grandfather was not to be squandered, for the man was a god to me.
It was he who'd raised me, my mother having died bringing me into
this world and my father just a few short years after. A spanker
his whole life long, my grandfather had trained me thoroughly in
the noble art, as his maids could testify. It was a rare night
indeed when one of them at least didn't cast off the bedclothes to
cool her hot, sore bottom.
On the morning
in question, shortly after dawn, I set off for Chapsom Parva. As
she so often does, however, Fate had a say in the matter, for my
horse threw a shoe on the way and I arrived several hours late. As
I rode up the drive I heard a rustling noise off to my right and
caught a glimpse of something pale flitting through the dense
shrubbery.
I reined in,
but all was quiet and the pale object failed to reappear. I was
about to move on when I heard a faint whimper. Intrigued, I
dismounted and pushed into the thick undergrowth to investigate. To
my astonishment I found a young woman hiding behind a bush,
entirely naked but for a red mask over her eyes. She looked fragile
and vulnerable, crouching there in the thicket, shivering like some
hunted animal. When she saw me staring she rose slowly to her
feet.
She was
slender and not too tall, no more than eighteen years of age, I
guessed, with auburn hair arranged in a practical yet pleasing
fashion. Her breasts were small, tipped with pale nipples, and a
neat clump of silky hair showed between her legs. I half expected
her to bolt, or at least cover herself with her arms, but she did
neither: she simply stood her ground and looked me up and down.
Then, quite unexpectedly, she ran forward and flung herself against
my chest, hugging me tightly. As you might imagine I was
considerably surprised at this, even alarmed.
'Help me, sir,
I beg!' she whispered. 'There are men at the house who would beat
me and do lewd things to me!'
I had no idea
how to respond to this startling request. She was clearly a maid
who'd somehow escaped the spanking party, though why she should be
masked eluded me; I could only think it was part of a game Lord
Newburn had devised for the amusement of his guests.
Holding her, I
discovered she was thoroughly chilled, for though it was near
midsummer the afternoon breeze was decidedly cool. I took off my
cloak and put it around her shoulders, rubbing her back and
shoulders through the thick wool to warm her.
'Will you
rescue me, kind sir?' she begged plaintively. 'They're cruel,
wicked men, and the master of the house is the worst of all. Should
I fall into his clutches he'll thrash me without mercy for trying
to escape.'
I was facing a
considerable dilemma at this point, for the idea of stealing away
one of Lord Newburn's maids was quite preposterous; though by now I
was beginning to doubt she was a maid, as she was too well-spoken.
A governess to his children seemed more likely, though she was
surely rather young for such a position. Whatever the truth of it
the problem remained; I couldn't steal her away, but neither could
I simply abandon her.
'What is it
you wish me to do?' I asked.
'Take me to
the summerhouse, sir,' she said. 'Perhaps I can hide there.'
Lacking any
better plan I did as she asked, though it was she who led the way.
I tethered my mare in the trees where she wouldn't be seen, after
which the girl and I went inside. We sat
1
In my
twenty-ninth year, my grandfather and I received an invitation to
attend a 'spanking weekend' at Cropton Manor, the home of Lord and
Lady Newburn, near the village of Chapsom Parva in Kent. My
grandfather was by that time too frail to travel, but insisted I
attend nevertheless.
'The century
is almost ended, Jamie,' he said, 'and my generation of spankers
along with it. Time to hand over the reins to younger folk. This
Lord Newburn is a fine fellow, by all accounts, and he's on good
terms with some very influential people. You must go and make his
acquaintance.'
Advice from my
grandfather was not to be squandered, for the man was a god to me.
It was he who'd raised me, my mother having died bringing me into
this world and my father just a few short years after. A spanker
his whole life long, my grandfather had trained me thoroughly in
the noble art, as his maids could testify. It was a rare night
indeed when one of them at least didn't cast off the bedclothes to
cool her hot, sore bottom.
On the morning
in question, shortly after dawn, I set off for Chapsom Parva. As
she so often does, however, Fate had a say in the matter, for my
horse threw a shoe on the way and I arrived several hours late. As
I rode up the drive I heard a rustling noise off to my right and
caught a glimpse of something pale flitting through the dense
shrubbery.
I reined in,
but all was quiet and the pale object failed to reappear. I was
about to move on when I heard a faint whimper. Intrigued, I
dismounted and pushed into the thick undergrowth to investigate. To
my astonishment I found a young woman hiding behind a bush,
entirely naked but for a red mask over her eyes. She looked fragile
and vulnerable, crouching there in the thicket, shivering like some
hunted animal. When she saw me staring she rose slowly to her
feet.
She was
slender and not too tall, no more than eighteen years of age, I
guessed, with auburn hair arranged in a practical yet pleasing
fashion. Her breasts were small, tipped with pale nipples, and a
neat clump of silky hair showed between her legs. I half expected
her to bolt, or at least cover herself with her arms, but she did
neither: she simply stood her ground and looked me up and down.
Then, quite unexpectedly, she ran forward and flung herself against
my chest, hugging me tightly. As you might imagine I was
considerably surprised at this, even alarmed.
'Help me, sir,
I beg!' she whispered. 'There are men at the house who would beat
me and do lewd things to me!'
I had no idea
how to respond to this startling request. She was clearly a maid
who'd somehow escaped the spanking party, though why she should be
masked eluded me; I could only think it was part of a game Lord
Newburn had devised for the amusement of his guests.
Holding her, I
discovered she was thoroughly chilled, for though it was near
midsummer the afternoon breeze was decidedly cool. I took off my
cloak and put it around her shoulders, rubbing her back and
shoulders through the thick wool to warm her.
'Will you
rescue me, kind sir?' she begged plaintively. 'They're cruel,
wicked men, and the master of the house is the worst of all. Should
I fall into his clutches he'll thrash me without mercy for trying
to escape.'
I was facing a
considerable dilemma at this point, for the idea of stealing away
one of Lord Newburn's maids was quite preposterous; though by now I
was beginning to doubt she was a maid, as she was too well-spoken.
A governess to his children seemed more likely, though she was
surely rather young for such a position. Whatever the truth of it
the problem remained; I couldn't steal her away, but neither could
I simply abandon her.
'What is it
you wish me to do?' I asked.
'Take me to
the summerhouse, sir,' she said. 'Perhaps I can hide there.'
Lacking any
better plan I did as she asked, though it was she who led the way.
I tethered my mare in the trees where she wouldn't be seen, after
which the girl and I went inside. We sat
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