Posted by Capt_Jacks_Coat on Wed 17 Aug 05, 6:47 PM to Capt_Jacks_Coat's blog.
This little story is interesting.. first half not too bad.. but be patient..
it gets better i promise..
I sat at my desk practicing my letters diligently, a pupil yet I was much older than most who usually sat there. I am or was a maidservant. I work here at the school house sweeping the floors and lighting the fires in the large fireplaces behind the teacher's desks.
One evening the headmaster caught me drawing on the blackboard in one of the rooms. He told me off and demanded that I clean it which I did. Then he came into the room behind me, still in his robe and mortar board even at that hour which was fast approaching half five and demanded that I write my name on the board.
I blushed, saying that I could not write nor read and the man was so shocked that he took off his mortar board and mopped his bald brow with his handkerchief. He sat down and bid me to do the same asking me if I could add up or multiply. I shook my head saying that I couldn't do either. I just knew how many cups of flour and water to put in a bowl to make a cake or bread with I explained and the large man shook his head swearing that he would teach me and that he could not have anyone working in his school who did not know their letters.
So the lessons began slowly at first with learning how to write the letters then simple words…
As I said before I sat at my desk diligently practicing my letters A B C and so on… hating the quill pen that often split and meant that I had to cut another one. I wished that I could write with the chalk on a slate as the young children did but the Headmaster said no.
Suddenly the paper was whisked out from underneath my nose and his beady eyes scanned the spotted leaf of paper and I shivered as he picked up the ruler on the desk. “Hold out your hand, young lady!” He said sharply and I complied knowing things might be much worse if I did not. “You have transposed two of your letters. Please go to the board and write them for me again three times each then put them into a word. “ Then smacked the palm of my hand three times for each of the mistakes.
I did so clutching the chalk nervously knowing that the ruler might find its way to my backside, even through my skirts it hurt. I carefully wrote G and J three times. But could not think of words with those letters in them never mind write them.
“Silly girl!” He said his favourite name for me rather than using my name. “You may go about your duties… oh yes.. By the way. My wife is ill after having our first child. I will have to spend more time with her. Our lessons will not continue.” He frowned and adjusted his wire rimmed glasses on his nose.
“Master Roberts, will be taking you after school from three till four every day. Miss Quinn you had better be on your best behaviour with that young man. He teaches the older children and expects good work, concentration and obedience from you as he does them.”
I nodded trying not to show any emotions but I was scared of the strict Mr Roberts. Many an evening I would timidly clean the other teachers rooms but left Mr Roberts' one till last until he left which was quite late. He lived in the teachers quarters which I dared not go near but was thank full that I was not employed to serve there.
It was with great trepidation that I sat in that room waiting for Mr Roberts to say something as he was reading some papers the Headmaster had given me to give to him. “Interesting, my girl… Now stand up and approach the board. You are to write the alphabet first in capital letters then in lower case letters, do you understand?” I nodded and the teacher shook his head.
“That will not be good enough Miss Quinn, ' yes Master Roberts' would be much better now don't you think?“
“Yes Master Roberts” I said nodding and he pointed to the board.
Forcing my hand to stop shaking with my nervousness I wrote the alphabet. I quite prided myself that I had learned it so well. I tried my hardest with the capitols and looked over at Master Roberts when I had done. He did not even look up at me but intoned.
“The lower case letters please Miss Quinn!”
I rubbed my eyes; feeling a little tired with my effort the nervousness sapping my strength as I carefully did as I was told.
“Hmmm let me see, I notice that you have made three mistakes with the capitol letters and five with the small... What is five plus three girl?” he snapped getting to his feet while I counted on my fingers behind my back.
“Eight, Master Roberts!” I said and he took from the desk a long thin wicked looking stick and he told me to bend over.
“Yes, good girl, it is eight. Now every mistake you make you will receive one of these from this cane. Right on this pretty backside of yours.” He pulled up my long skirts and had me tighten my pantaloons at the waist, the old well washed material nearly see through much to my embarrassment.
“I want you to count them carefully and to thank me after every one. Do you understand?” My mouth dry I could only nod but he briskly slapped my backside with his hand making me jump.
“Yes Master Roberts!” I said.
At the first stroke of that dreadful piece of wood tears began to fall.. and I wanted nothing more to straighten up but Master Roberts put his hand on the small of my back keeping me there.
“Eight, thank you Master Roberts” I said struggling against my sobs.
My desire to run from that room yet there was something else I felt as the punishment ended. It made my cheeks burn with the shame that I would feel it in front of this man I hardly knew yet I had served for almost three years…
“Turn around Miss Quinn!” He said softly and I did almost in shock that he spoke so agreeably, my breath coming in gasps as much from the pleasure than the pain from my throbbing buttocks.
“Did you enjoy that?” My cheeks flushed even more and he took me in his arms, a hand straying down to my enflamed bottom and through my skirts stroked it.
“Yes Master Roberts…” I breathed as I shivered as his lips pressed onto mine and his arms held me tightly, my passions rising and I could tell by how tightly he was holding me to him that he was too. The bulge in front of his trousers betraying the fact..
“Right, Miss Quinn..” he said so matter of fact, yet his voice still held a huskiness, after we broke apart. “Your lessons… We will start with joined up writing quite soon, after a few more lessons with the alphabet and let me tell you that I am impressed with your progress….” I stood there trying to listen to him my heart racing in my chest hardly believing what had happened and how he could be so casual after that kind of kiss.
“But, my dear chaste maid.. “ He said getting up from his chair once again… “There are other lessons to be taught…” He took the cap from my head and put it onto the desk, taking the tie out that held my long black hair in place. He grasped me behind my neck and kissed me even more passionately than before, his fingers tangling in my locks purposely so that he could pull them.
I groaned, my hands holding him but he broke away, taking a scarf from the back of the chair he placed them behind my back and bound them. “Now you have to do what I say, my girl… and answer my questions… truthfully… or else…“ Master Roberts undid the front of my dress pulling aside the buttons that held it closed over my simple white corset.
It was old fashioned, pretty but it yielded to his eager fingers till my breasts were bare. I looked away embarrassed to be so wantonly undressed in such a manner, in the place that I worked, the very idea of it turning me on even more. He pulled my face to his and devoured my lips with his own….
Edited Wed 17 Aug 05, 6:53 PM by Capt_Jacks_Coat
