Caworth

Chapter 3. Preparing for the party

"In here M'lady." Joanna opened the door to the master bedroom. Blanche gasped at the size of the room and the huge four poster bed with curtains between the uprights. These were drawn back to reveal sumptuous black satin sheets and bedspread set off by red satin pillows. "Miss Cecilia is in the next room, M'lady. It has its own entrance from the hall but the connecting door from this room is always open. Master's instructions ma'am." She allowed Blanche to spend a few minutes looking around the room and taking in the ornate furniture, the delicate dressing table and the carved gilt framed mirror.

"What a sight I look!" she said when she saw her image. She stared at the mirror, seeing herself in her wool socks, her long johns and white Aran sweater and a colourful bobble hat on her head. The absurdity if the contrast between her dress and the luxurious surroundings brought a smile to her face.

From the other room came Betty's voice praising her room and looking through the doorway, Blanche could see the neighbouring bedroom was furnished almost as lavishly and hers. The two started gleefully to compare the rooms but Joanna brought them back to the reality of the situation.

"Ma'am, I think we should start to get you ready. It is not wise to annoy the master by being late." Joanna's voice trembled as she spoke. "If you will sit here ma'am I will help you out of these clothes." Somehow in these surroundings, it seemed very natural for Blanche to have a servant undress her and it was especially pleasing the servant was a young scantily clad female. Each time the girl bent forward Blanche could see almost the whole top surface of the maid's breasts and the barely hidden nipples. The hemline covered her bottom by only an inch and Blanche knew from following her up the stairs, that she wore no undergarments. Had the circumstances been different, she would have dearly loved to take the maid into her bed. "Perhaps when the party is over?" she wondered.

In a short time Blanche was naked and the cool air of the room brought goosebumps to her arms and made her nipples stand firm. She walked over to the log fire. "It may be a grandiose room, but even with the fire it is chilly. Give me central heating anytime," she thought.

"I suggest you use the commode now M'lady. It may be difficult to get away later," the maid interrupted her thinking and lifted the seat on the box like chair. "I can start to brush the tangles from your hair at the same time." Up to this point and with all the other strange happenings, Blanche hadn't thought about needing to pee but now it had been mentioned she realised she needed to go but to do it while her hair was being brushed? The girl didn't seem fazed by it. Perhaps nobility were used to it or was it was another Dickwood perversion? Joanna waited by the commode. Shrugging her shoulders, Blanche sat on the seat and almost immediately her pee flowed noisily into the ceramic pot. Unconcerned, Joanna chattered about the warm weather for the time of year and this partially obscured the noise.

"This can't be 2003," Blanche mused, "This year is cold and wet." Out loud she asked how long Joanna had worked at the manor and how she liked it here. She'd been there four years but was a bit non-committal about liking her work. "Some days are good, but others not so good. We gets paid well but has to take the good with the bad."

"I think I should give you a quick wash now, ma'am so you're fresh and clean for his Lordship. He could arrive anytime." Blanche looked for toilet paper but there was none in sight so she remained on the commode. Joanna poured water from a jug on the washstand into a bowl and stood it beside the commode. Blanche shivered as the cold wet flannel was rubbed over her face and down on to her breasts. "You've filled out a bit while you've been away, if you don't mind my saying so ma'am. You used to be quite thin and only have perky little tits. I'm sure the master will like these." After drying the top half, Joanna requested her to stand while she washed her stomach, genitals and legs. Finally she did Blanche's buttocks and made sure she was clean in the crevice. If the water had been warm, Blanche would have enjoyed the maid's attentions but chill of the flannel kept her arousal down and Joanna washed her clinically and made no attempt to stimulate her. "I'm sure the master will be particularly interested in your bum ma'am. It's nice and plump, just how he likes them but make sure you don't anger him because he will certainly enjoy applying the birch to it as well as poking his prick in there."

"You don't mean he will…?"

"Oh yes my dear May, I will certainly want to ram my prick up your delightful bum hole." Lord Dickwood entered the room, "Move to one side Joanna so I can see my wife in all her naked glory." Blanche tried to use her arms and hands to cover her breasts and pubic area but was immediately ordered to clasp her hands behind her neck. Heeding what Joanna said, she did as ordered. "Yes indeed, you have filled out nicely, May. Nice and plump and cuddly and I love those nice full tits. They will swing well if I have to take the lash to them."

"You wouldn't hit a woman's breasts sir, surely not. That's barbaric."

"I told you to call me Richard as a wife should. And yes I punish women on their breasts. It gives me great pleasure to see them flatten and move around and to hear the squeals the women make. It doesn't take a lot of power to make a woman cry that way. Is that not so Joanna?"

Joanna hung her head but answered, "Yes, M'lord, it does hurt badly when we're whipped there."

Richard inserted his finger in Blanche's dry cunt causing her to wince. "When did you last have a man's prick up there woman? You're tinder dry."

"Many years ago Richard," Blanche answered a tear running down her cheek. "Twenty years, when I was sixteen."

"Well that will be rectified tonight. What about this hole?" Richard probed her arse without gaining an entrance.

"Never. Even the thought disgusts me and I would think the pain would be unbearable."

"Again, you'll find out tonight."

"Please Sir, won't you just let us go. I'm not really your wife. I'm…"

"Whack! Whack!" Richard's hand cracked into her bum cheeks leaving a very red mark. "You will do exactly as you are told otherwise you won't even sit down to dinner comfortably and the punishment will be given in front of everyone. They'll love that sort of entrée. Now get dressed while I go and see Cecilia. I hope she is going to be a little more co-operative." Tears flowed down Blanche's cheeks but she bit back the reply she intended correctly believing it would have only led to more pain. "As you saw earlier with Henrietta, women are very subservient to the men in this house and that does include you. I married you for my pleasure and for the pleasure of my friends. If our pleasure causes you pain, you'll just have to put up with it." Richard started to leave and then turned to Joanna, "Oil her holes before you put the dress on."

Blanche was sobbing when Joanna produced a bottle. She handed her a handkerchief. "Ma'am I have to do this. Dry your eyes now. Two little smacks is nothing to what you could have had." She made her mistress bend over so she could work the oil into Blanche's rectum and vagina. The warming oil even caused her to become aroused but Joanna made no attempt to stimulate her further.

From the other room came the sound of a more prolonged spanking and by the squeals it was Betty on the receiving end.

Betty was far more reluctant to undress and Emily was having great difficulty in persuading her to remove her bra and knickers. Even though she'd managed to undo the clasp to the bra, Betty still held the cups tightly to her breasts. "Ma'am," Emily pleaded, "You'll get us both a hiding if you are not ready for the master to inspect you and he's in the other room."

"He has no right to do this to us at all. No man has seen me unclothed since I was a teenager and I don't intend to start showing my body to them now," retorted Betty. Her fear grew when she heard Lord Dickwood's raised voice in the other room and then the sound of Blanche being smacked. Desperately she clutched the bra cups to her chest with one hand and held on to the waistband of her knickers with the other. Emily was trying franticly to remove them when his lordship entered.

"I'm sorry M'lord," Emily tearfully cried, "She just won't let me…"

"So Cecilia, you wish to defy me." His lordship grabbed Betty and held her while Emily removed the offending knickers and then lost the bra when he threw her face down across the bed. He ordered Emily to sit on her shoulders and to hold her still. From a wardrobe he produced a pair of soft leather moccasins and with one in each hand he belaboured Betty's arse with hard strokes delivered at a furious pace. Betty screamed and shouted but it was all to no avail. Emily held her firmly until the master deemed he'd punished her enough. After perhaps forty strokes her nates were glowing deeply red and very tender. "Now perhaps you'll do as you are told. I can always have you taken to the dining room with nothing on at all and thrash y4ou there." Lord Dickwood's voice showed his anger.

Joanna clasped Blanche preventing her from going to her friend's aid. "You'll only make things worse," Joanna whispered, "She'll get more if you are there, just like Henrietta did."

Suddenly a naked Betty ran through the connecting door into room and flung her arms around her friend. "Blanche!" she screamed, "You've got to get us out of here. Get us away from this monster. You were the one who wanted to sleep on the tomb." Hugging her friend as if she could somehow protect her and they could disappear into nothing. "He spanked me like a kid. It hurts! It hurts like hell!" Tears streamed down the woman's face.

"Betty dear, there is nothing I can do. I don't know what is happening either. All I know is that we have got to go along with it and hopefully we will wake up and this nightmare will be over."

"It's all too real for a nightmare Blanche. The pain is horrendous. I want to wake up now!"

"That was only a little spanking, Cecilia, wait until you feel the birch and I can promise you will if you don't do as we wish. It's time you two had a good fucking instead of playing with each other and there will be plenty of men here tonight willing to provide that service. You may be a little older than we would normally like, but the fact that you are near virgins will make up for that. And the fact that you have a little more meat on your bones." Richard commented from the doorway. "Emily, make sure this one is oiled too and then get her dress on. I want them both in the dining room in fifteen minutes otherwise you two maids will feel the strap. Understand? Don't take any nonsense from them. It will be your arses that pay the price if you do."

"Yes M'lord," the pair responded in unison as he left the room.

Emily pulled Betty back into the other bedroom and roundly scolded her for the way she'd behaved. "Now either you do as you are told Miss Cecilia or you will feel my hand on your arse as well. My slaps won't show on top of his lordship's spanking and I'm not going to get a dose of the strap because of a stupid old crone like you." Betty was taken aback by the vehemence of the outburst and by the terms the young girl used. "Old crone indeed!" She hesitated. "SMACK!" Emily's work hardened hand found its target on the already well-chastised rump. "Now move," Emily commanded.

"I need to use the loo," Betty wailed.

"Loo?" Emily queried.

"The toilet," Betty was angry and exasperated, "The lavatory."

She was shown the commode and Emily thrust her painfully on it. "Get on with it Miss Cecilia, we haven't much time." Although she objected, Betty was forced to perform in front of the maid. Ten minutes later with tears streaming from their eyes, Blanche and Betty were led from the room. In their minds the dresses were far too revealing even if they had been given under garments.

"We look like sluts," Blanche weeping exclaimed. "Maybe that is what they expect us to be or at least it seems so according what Richard said. And we're supposed to dine in front of everyone dressed like this." The back-less dresses barely contained their boobs and were short enough to show their pubic hair even when standing. "Please let me wake up," she wailed.

Immediately they entered the dining room, Lord Dickwood came to them, "Welcome ladies," he said loudly, giving them each a kiss on the cheek, "Welcome to the party." In a lower tone he whispered, "Dry your eyes and don't you dare embarrass me in front of my guests." Joanna came forward and wiped both their faces. "Let me introduce you to my friends."