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| LadyEmmaCavendish |
Last Tuesday I came back to the future with a bump. An almighty crash in fact. The biggest drop I've ever experienced. Mind you...what an experience!
As I arrived in 1807 I felt great humility; to be privileged enough to be invited to such an occasion. To be surrounded by friends, some of whom are now my closest friends, some who I still don't know that well, yet we have shared the most special experiences we cannot be anything other than close. I felt warm, secure and so content.
The dressing gong rang. I dressed in green silk, empire line, with cream accessories.
Champagne reception and the opportunity to meet my fellow house guests and host. I was escorted into dinner by the host <swoon>
Dinner was, as last year, nothing less than magnificent. In fact all the food was. Plentiful, but very necessary for keeping up stamina!
During dinner the footmen made a couple of errors, which I noticed, so to assist their correction later. Kind Sir A offered to lend me some implements for this occasion and led me upstairs to try them out. A paddle and flogger were selected.
The ladies retired to the drawing room, it was not long before a monk appeared at the door, called for "postulant Elizabeth" i.e. me! Once in the hall I was ordered to strip. It was at this point I was regretting not wearing bloomers. With just my reticule and fan to hide my modesty I was taken into the room. I was invited to join a club. I declined initially. To be honest standing naked in front of friends, does not make me tick. I was invited again, I was starting to get the impression this was not an optional thing. My task was to receive an over the knee spanking from the 7 monks. I accepted and gained my brooch. The other ladies underwent their initiation after me, one by one.
Once initiated we had some time to ourselves. I chose to retire for some time. Miss Marwood consoled me. Thank you x
On my return downstairs I was overtaken by passion. I grabbed the first footman, Thomas and took him into the larder. The larder is no place for a lady, but trust me I was oblivious to my surroundings. Some correction ensued before I retired to my bed at approx 3.30am.
Could I sleep? Not a chance. My heart raced and my head was filled with lust. I saw every hour go by until I rose at 7 for my morning ablutions. Thomas brought me my morning coffee at 8.30. I gave him a bell to wear for the day to remind him of me and his errors, so not to make them again. I caned him and sent him on his way with my dress for ironing.
Breakfast was served before the dance practice. I have two left feet and the grace of an elephant but I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
Again, time to retire before lunch. I spent the time with Major John Cartwright. After lunch ladies practised the entertainment for later whilst the gents fought the Battle of Trafalgar, with a Frenchman winning - most unusual. Anyway I can't complain, I was the prize of a most handsome gentleman who chose to give me an over the knee spanking followed by the strap and crop. We then shared a lovely hug (and no that's not a euphemism!) before going for afternoon tea.
After tea it was my intention to find Thomas, so I set off in search of a free room. Instead I found the Major still enjoying his prize. I was invited to stay, so I did. All too soon it was the dressing gong.
The ladies cascaded down the stairs in their cloaks. They had silver or gold collars on, each with their own number. I was claimed and disrobed, revealing my corset, stockings, heels and loose hair! The gentleman attached his matching lead and led me through to dinner.
Unfortunately at dinner Thomas made the same mistake as the previous evening. His bell didn't seem to assist his memory.
After pudding the staff were called to the drawing room to be corrected. I was given the choice of the two footmen. Having not been attended to by the second footman "A" I chose him. His breeches seemed to provide too much protection and I ordered him to strip, much to the delight of the ladies who were able to admire his fine figure, allbeit with very modern underwear! Miss Damat asisted me with his spanking. Then for his overall excellent performance he was rewarded to being allowed to give her a foot massage. A beautiful dalmation had entered the room and I took it upon myself to show him, such a fine pedigree and well behaved.
After dinner the ladies performed a tableaux, with the gentlemen having to name 6 pictures, the dates and artists. The host won a prize, selected for him by the ladies.
Following the prize giving I had the pleasure of assisting two lovely ladies back into their corsets.
I took my hairbrush for Alex to brush my hair. Wow...every girl should have one. It was far better than going to the hairdressers. So gentle and relaxing.
The Russian cook then sought to recompense me for looking after his dog. Turns out the dalmatian was his! He plied me with vodka.
After a while I chose to reprimand the footmen for their lack of personal attention to my needs, in particular Thomas whose memory seemed to be failing him badly. Solely for my amusement I made him strip completely and kneel on the kitchen floor. Using my flogger I assisted his memory, it was jingle balls, sorry jingle bells all the way! It was established his memory span was approximately 3 seconds, least that's the amount of time he could remember to keep his legs apart. I enlisted Alex in aiding Thomas' memory however the longer he took to think, the more pegs I applied to Thomas. So as to be fair I gave Alex 2 pegs, 1 for each nipple.
On the rare occasion I wore knickers it seemed too good an opportunity to miss to have them washed by by servant. As you know, washing machines weren't around in 1807. There was only going to be one way...
How kind I am though, I didn't insist on soap.
I found tickling his feet with my cane had the same effect of a spin cycle.
Soon it was time for Alex to retire to his bed. Thomas was allowed to select a reward for his excellent laundery skills which gave me great pleasure.
There's only one way to ensure good staff don't abscond, tie them to the bottom of your bed.
Sunday morning arrived oh so quickly! Thomas had departed at 7 for his duties including bringing coffee for myself and the Major.
Breakfast was once again scrummy, traditional English. After breakfast it was time challenge time. Threading needles, playing croquet, memory games (fortunately I am more adept than Thomas but it is true I didn't have the same distractions) hot wax and a test of our ability to sneak up on gentlemen! Unfortunately I was on the losing team 
Lunch soon followed followed by our Regency ball. The elephant survived, before being being shown by Miss Marwood and Sir Arthur how it should have been done and more.
Afternoon tea arrived and it was time to return back to the future.
Edited Tue 13 Nov 07, 8:25 PM by LadyEmmaCavendish
| 13 Nov 07, 8:51 PM littlenic 5 yrs |
Wow, this brings it all back! And it makes so much more sense than my cryptic effort...  Really great to spend time with you that weekend. Fun to see someone else's perspective. And thanks for being White Van Woman! xx A denizen of Lowewood Academy |
| 14 Nov 07, 7:19 AM Mistress_Amethyst UK, 5 yrs   |
WoW, it seems you had a wonderful time, such a good writer to.. nice descriptions, nicely written. have you ever thought about writing a book? sorry you had to come back to the future with a bump. xjx |
