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His eye had been on Louisa for sometime -a pretty face, a sweet smile and a figure that he had admired as she lent over to serve him tea in the afternoon. Whilst most men might entertain thoughts of writing love letters, the Viscount simply wanted to strip her, beat her, abuse her and then take her bruised and aching body roughly for his pleasure.
He had beaten and abused most of the maids who had served at The Manor and Louisa was to be his next victim.
He knew he could get away with it, too. You see, dear reader, the life of a poor maid was held firmly in the hands of their employers. Work was scarce and if you had to move jobs then you needed a good reference from your employer.
The Viscount knew this and exploited this to the full.
Whatever it is they wanted from servants, they did as they were told. It was an accepted fact that no questions were asked, nothing was refused. To be cast out on the street without references would be devastating.
A member of high-society touching or abusing a maid? Of course they wouldn't dream of doing such a thing. It would be obvious such claims were simply an attempt at extortion and a jail term inevitable.
Carrying out such attrocities towards a member of staff was also quite easy -the Manor in which we find our most gracious Viscount and the victim-to-be was situated in the middle of the countryside with numerous out-houses, wings, a myriad of stairways, bathrooms and interconnecting hall-ways. Many quiet places where abuse might take place.
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The over-filling of the Viscounts tea that afternoon was a minor affair but it was Louisa's first mistake and he was determined it would not go unnoticed, or unpunished. "We must set an example" he thought to himself knowing full-well he was simply trying to justify what will inevitably happen to her.
"Louisa - clean up the mess straight away and meet me in the kitchen tonight at midnight."
"Yes Sir". She knew why.
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Midnight was always an excellent time to punish. All the staff had gone to bed and the kitchen was quiet. All except for one noise -that of the tears dripping onto the stone floor from young Louisa, standing obediently in one corner waiting patiently for her employer.
The Viscount entered carrying his custom-made riding crop. She had noticed him carrying it almost every day yet she was sure he never took his horses out that often.
The big oak table was clear of utensils and lit nicely by the overhead lights. It was where Louisa would suffer her ordeal, he decided.
"Come here".
She shuffled towards him, already trembling at being made to come here late at night for her punishment. SLAP. The sting was like nothing she had felt before. A dizzying pain across her face. The head of staff sometimes gave her a slap but nothing as hard as this. Surely that was unwarranted?
The Viscount reached forward and grasped her neck. "You are going to do exactly as you are told, understood? I'm sure I don't need to tell you that when I have finished with you, you will go straight back to your room and no more is to be said of the matter, understood?". She nodded.
"Now strip".
Her gentle eyes looked up questioning the words he surely could not have intended to say. Surely she was not to lose her modesty in front of a gentlemen of high-society?
SLAP. She lost her balance and tears began to fall down her cheeks yet again. Slowly, with shaking hands, she unbuttoned her clothing. Piece by piece, including her under-clothes. Her hands desperately tried to cover herself, her eyes downcast not knowing where to look.
"Lie on the table, face down - head over the edge just here". His crop slapped down on the end of the table to decisively indicate where her head should be.
Obediently she mounted the table at the far end and started to crawl towards his riding crop. Her timid crawl was too slow for the Viscount though. He knew he would enjoy doing it, so despite her obedience, roughly grabbed her hair and threw her down on to the rough oak, her breasts flattened beneath her and a cry of surprise leaving her lips.
Slowly he pulled her to the edge of the table by her hair -her breasts and upper thighs rubbing against the rough oak. She was confused why her head should be just off the end of the table like this, but he knew. He knew exactly why he wanted her like that.
There she was. Finally, he had the young innocent Louisa naked, lying flat on the table, obediently still to take her punishment. Served up and ready for him to do whatever he wanted with her.
This might take all night.
The Viscount threw down his crop and took off his belt. The beating had started.
The blows were relentless, across her bottom, her thighs, her upper back. Over and over he thrashed this poor servant girl. She pleaded but to no avail. Oh how he enjoyed it -the site of her naked flesh quivering under each blow. The screams from her lips, and her tears falling on the stone floor below.
But a thrashing was not what all he wanted to do to her.
He walked round to the front of the table and slowly began to unbutton his breeches.
She dreaded this might happen. She had heard rumours from other maids who had served here but was sure they were just to scare her, to make her work harder. No, it was true, this shocking abuse, this total disregard for her, this clear violation was about to take place and she could do nothing to stop it.
He grabbed her hair and her head with both hands firmly. It was like a vice. Her hands flew forward to try and stop him but a slap across her face made her scream out -intentionally so, a perfect chance for him to enter her whilst her lips were wide apart mid-scream.
The scream turned to a muffled cry as he pushed deep into her mouth. She felt sick. Over and over again he pushed into her mouth until he groaned with absolute pleasure. At every thrust he brought the strap down on to her skin.
Her head flopped down, exhausted from her screams and protests. Tired of trying to beg. Surely it was over now.
With two strong arms, she was pulled off the table and on to the cold floor.
"CRAWL". This was a favourite demand once a maid was lying on the cold flag-stone floor.
Her breasts swung nicely beneath her making an ideal target for his riding boot or his crop -everytime she passed him, he would strike. Her bottom looked delightful as she moved and perfect for lashing, too. Round and round.
The hardness of the floor hurt her knees -being kicked so she fell onto her back was almost a relief. But she regretted the sudden vulnerability.
"SPREAD YOUR LEGS". Face up, Louisa realised what the Viscount was going to do next and begged for him not to.
"QUIET".
The sting of that strap was unbearable. How could he do this to her? How could he be so cruel? He lashed her repeatedly whilst she squirmed helplessly on the floor in agony. Her pussy, her breasts, her legs.
Her screams must have reverberated through the Manor and across the well-cut lawns now shrouded in nightime mist. They most likely woke the other staff but The Viscount didn't care. The more experienced staff had heard the screams of young female staff before but knew not to say a word.
He lifted one of her ankles up high into the air so that her legs were nicely spread. That way he could go to work on her pussy with the strap. That way he could see what was causing his strap to glisten. A curious thing. He grabbed her soft thigh and slapped his hand straight between her legs to find the source of this glistening. His hand was covered in wetness.
The Viscount smiled. The strap would need cleaning after every stroke now, and that soft face, lips and gentle tongue would be ideal....
"Girl! Clean my strap". "NOW!"
----- DISCLAIMER - The events and characters described in the work above are purely ficticious. At the time of writing, all characters were jolly nice people. When not acting, The Viscount works for a well-respected firm of accountants and the maid models for Top Shop. Both had consented to the scene described above and enjoyed the all-expenses paid trip to the von Essen hotel in which our sordid scene took place.
Edited Fri 29 Oct 10, 1:54 AM by MidKnight
| 29 Oct 10, 7:52 AM Rapunzel  UK(WC), 9 yrs  |
Ah, getting in the mood for the weekend  I might almost want to be Louisa rather than an Archduchess! Rapunzel - all round bad girl.... Fawcett Hall Lowewood Academy A Kinky Girl's Guide to Life Follow me on Twitter @FawcettHall (if you have nothing better to do!) | |
| 29 Oct 10, 8:04 AM TheSilverFox UK(GU), 2 yrs    |
I see a role for a visiting Colonel. A private dinner.... "The art of being a Gentleman is knowing when not to be" Quote:TheSilverFox - Circa 1986 | |
| 29 Oct 10, 8:33 AM Shypeachybottom UK, 20 mths |
Chuckle.. couldn't stop laughing at your disclaimer (although "sordid" seems a little judgemental!) Where's a Viscount (or visiting Colonel) when you need one?! | |
| 29 Oct 10, 3:48 PM louisa32 UK(FK), 8 yrs |
I loved it  | |
| 30 Oct 10, 4:06 PM Alexander_01 UK(S), 2 yrs |
Just makes me think how lucky the Lord and Gentry were in that day, of course I am sure they did not all abuse their position but I would like to think so he he | |
| 30 Oct 10, 11:08 PM louisa32 UK(FK), 8 yrs |
You bad, bad man
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