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Ghost of Bledgemoor Hall

Chapter 12 Penelope's ordeal

Chapter 12. Penelope's ordeal

"Sir Martin must really hate his wife. I'm sure he engineered this whole punishment, Becky."

"She's a real bitch. I heard some of the servants talking about her. She'd already had three of them strapped so they were pleased she got to feel some pain too." Becky and Gwen lay sated in the arms of their latest lovers. Becky had taken Veronica back to show her how Hector punished poor Penelope.

"I've never seen breasts as long as hers," Veronica remarked, "How old do you think she is?"

"Lady Penelope Beuchant? That pinch-faced old woman must be in her sixties I should think. Must be somewhat older than her husband. Not one who you would expect at a sex party but I guess Sir Martin brought her along just to see her whipped. Didn't see anyone wanting to have sex with her although one guest had to tongue her as a forfeit."

"Hector seems to like torturing women, Beck's."

"Perhaps that's why he doesn't seem to have a wife, Ronnie." While Becky and Gwen were enjoying the cocks they'd picked, Hector planned what he was to do with Penelope." Becky sat snuggled in James arms, sated and exhausted while Veronica watched Hector and Penelope through Becky's eyes. Penelope was bound with her spine hard against one of the classical columns that supported an arch to the minstrel gallery. Her screaming and disparaging remarks and what were obviously idle threats had resulted in her being gagged with a length of cloth that passed across her open mouth and encircled the column effectively silencing her cries and holding her head in one position. She looked a very sorry sight. The myriad of lines caused by the switches, now changing colour to a deeper hue, showed clearly against the pale, wrinkled skin. All except one were confined to the front of her body and were particularly prominent across her thighs and breasts. The odd one was a really vicious stroke across her backside. When she had stumbled and fell, a young footman in his excitement, seized the opportunity to switch the proffered arse as hard as he could. This wasn't in the rules and he paid for his error twenty times over.

"Bend over that stool," his Lordship ordered the unfortunate youth. "Hold him there." Two of the other footmen grasped his arms and forced him down tightly to the stool. "Bare his arse." His fancy breeches lowered and his buttocks publicly put on show. They were already criss-crossed with strap marks. "Give him twenty cuts with his own switch."

"Please M'Lord, no. I'm already sore from the strap," the lad pleaded.

"You broke the rules, boy. We are duty bound to uphold Lady Penelope's honour," Lord Heighton spoke pompously. An elderly but well built woman, a friend of Penelope's, grabbed the switch and smiled. His Lordship nodded.

"Uphold her honour," Victoria thought, "What nonsense, when they are about to torture her anyway, probably far more than the one stroke on her bum."

Wielding the switch with full power, the woman laid the first stroke across the backside of the unfortunate youth. It brought forth a tremendous scream and the two footmen had difficulty in holding him still. Still smiling the woman crashed down stroke after stroke until after a dozen the boy hardly moved. Realising he couldn't take much more, the last eight were little more than token cuts. The completion brought forth applause from the guests.

Although hardly able to stand, he was made to continue with his footman duties while the attention of the audience turned to Penelope.

"M'lords and ladies," Hector started in his formal way, "It would appear to my humble eyes the reason why Penelope did not do better in the race, was due to the swinging of her breasts. The sideways motion of these lengthy sacks swung her first one way and then the other, reducing her speed to a fraction of the others.

"Balderdash!" silently whispered Becky using a term she'd heard the gentry use, "The fact that she is old, has not walked more than a few yards for many years and was too slow to dodge the switches had more to do with it. He's just a pompous sod Ronnie."

"Seems to me her husband deliberately set her up," Veronica thought transferred back.

"I have therefore decided that these gourds need the punishment more than any other part of her body." Hector paused. "Before they can be punished, we must however, do something to stop them swaying in such an ungainly manner." Another pause. "My apologies M'Lord, but I ordered a maid of yours to purloin one of the clothes lines from the kitchen." A maid stepped forward at his signal and presented him with a coil of quite rough looking hemp rope. Shaking the coils he found the rope ends and gave them to the maid, signalling for her to walk away from him and allowing the rope to run through his fingers until he was left with the central bight. This he looped around the back of Penelope's neck. "Take this end and move over there, miss," he ordered the maid giving her the end that was around the left hand side of Penelope's neck and indicating she should move to the right. He himself moved to the left. For a few moments it looked as if he intended to strangle the woman but he only pulled the rope just taut.

"The woman's going to die of shock, Becky," Veronica remarked.

"No she's a tough old biddy, Ronnie. Wait and see."

Hector now took his part of the rope and started to bind her left breast in tight, neat coils from the base. Because of the sagging length of them, he was able to get seven full turns around it before the nipple end was swollen and tight. He gave the free end to the maid and proceeded to bind the right tit until it matched the left. Both had begun to turn purple from the lack of fresh blood. The welts already across them stood out starkly white with red edges. Taking the free ends, he knotted them behind her neck just tight enough to lift the breasts to a horizontal position. They stood out like two grotesque penises.

"Sir Martin," Hector addressed the husband, "Is it not many years since you've seen Penelope's titties as firm as this?"

"It is indeed Hector, but they are a little cold. Should they not be warmed a little?" Martin Beuchant cupped and squeezed the tortured breasts completely ignoring the pleas in his wife's eyes and the tears flooding down her cheeks. "What do you think M'Lord?" Lord Heighton in turn felt the swollen mammaries and declared they were definitely rather chilly. Hector again spoke quietly to the maid who ran off quickly.

"Surely they are not going to cane her tits again Becky. They look in bad enough state now. The cane must cut them badly." Veronica sounded horrified.

"Wait and see, Ronnie."

The maid returned with a piece of calico and scissors. From the material Hector cut rectangle about two feet by one and then cut it into inch wide strips from one end to about nine inches from the other. All through the operation, Hector kept his audience entertained with talk and jokes on what he was doing. "Now, if I roll this canvas lengthwise it will make a very serviceable cat-o-twelve tails." He held the cat by the uncut end now rolled to form a handle. "Just because it is made from soft material, don't get the idea that it will not hurt. It will but not cut into the flesh. I am sure M'Lord Heighton will not wish blood spilled on his floor. Bend over girl." The last remark was addressed to the maid. She looked aghast but knew failure to comply would result is worse treatment. She bent over. Hector lifted her skirt and turned her so the onlookers could see her naked arse. "Hold still girl." Hector ordered as he swung the improvised whip. It landed with a loud SPLAT causing the unfortunate maid to cry out but she held her position. Six more times Hector lashed the once white nates. Now they were bright red and from the cries from the maid, were extremely painful but were not welted. Hector signalled the girl away. Immediately an elderly man grabbed her and sat her on his prick.

The attention again turned to Penelope. She knew what was coming. She'd seen the maid's reaction to the homespun whip and knew it would be directed to her old breasts, now swollen and purple. Inwardly she cursed her husband, his Lordship and especially Hector. Fortunately for the onlookers, her gag prevented them being heard. Casting her eyes down as best she could with her head fastened to the pillar, she saw the taut, bulbous ends jutting out ready for the pain they were about to receive.

Before the stroke landed though, Hector had to make another grandiose speech designed to humiliate still further the woman bound to the pillar. Finally when he ran out of words he swung the canvas whip in a wide upward arc and caught the underside of both tits. They flew upwards and the audience could hear Penelope's muffled shriek. The next stroke was downward but this time the breast barely moved under the onslaught. Hector's rope binding them to her neck held them firm. Another muffled cry. Even against the dark colour of the engorged globes, the stripes stood out clearly. Hector continued to lambaste the tormented flesh first from one side and then the other until after about twenty lashes Penelope muffled cries became inaudible.

"Do you deem that sufficient Sir Martin?" Hector asked.

"You did very well my friend," Sir Martin complimented, "We'll leave her for a few minutes so that people can see the results of your devilish handiwork."

Becky and her partner were one of the last to see and touch them. Even though she was appalled by the amount of punishment Penelope had taken she couldn't show it in front of the others.

The scene changed quickly and Veronica found herself in a kitchen. Her arse and breasts seemed on fire, her cunt, raw. "It's the morning two days later, Ronnie. We're in the kitchen of Fordenbridge Manor. I've come to see if cook has some ointment for our bums and titties. I didn't escape without several hidings but they weren't as severe as some. Lost track of the number of cocks I had."

"I'm sodding well going back with a sore arse again, Becky you bitch," Veronica grumbled, "I'm sure you do it deliberately."

"Gloria likes you nice a tender," Becky laughed, "But that isn't the reason. Thought you might like to hear how Penelope got on after she was taken to bed. Her troubles were not over by any means."

A middle-aged footman entered the kitchen while they were waiting for cook to appear. "What can I do for you Lass?" he asked and when Becky explained what she wanted, "I'll get it for you Miss. Put in on too if you wish."

"Well after all the hands that have mauled me, another pair won't matter. What's your name?"

"Robins Miss." Robins led her to a side room and helped Becky take off her dress. "Not as bad as Lady Beuchant's" he remarked as he rubbed a soothing paste into her breasts.

"I heard you boys had some fun with her afterwards," Becky commented.

"Would have been nicer if it had been you Miss, but we were able to get some of our own back on the old woman which is what Sir Martin intended. Before we took her up, he whispered instructions to me." Robins paused and then went on, "Tie her down spread-eagle on her bed." he said to me, "Use the rope from her tits. They'll come to life again when the blood flows back so make sure you hold her well. Blindfold her and then let any of the staff have their way with her. Make sure every man and boy gets a chance to put his pego right in her. Insist they do. I want to see plenty of male juice coming out when I come up. I'm throwing her out of my house when I get back. I've put up with her bitching ways too long already."

"I heard she was really mean and cruel to the staff."

"She was indeed Miss. Even here she had three of the boys whipped and they were not on her staff so you can guess they were eager to get their own back even though her cunnie was old and dry. Normally we aren't allowed to touch any of the guests at these parties unless ordered to and seeing what goes on does make our manhood's rise so when we had the opportunity to use them, we did so. I went in first as senior footman and perhaps that was a mistake for it took a long while before she was slick enough with my juices to fuck properly. The old woman yelled and cursed us but we just let her. She couldn't see who was doing what. It was some hours later that Sir Martin came up. Even so some of the younger boys were on their third go at her."

I wouldn't have thought many would have wanted one go at her," remarked Becky.

"Normally no, but these were revenge fucks, Miss." Robins was now massaging cream into Becky's bottom and then into the pubic area. "You're one of us, aren't you Miss. Not a real Lady."

"How did you guess?" Becky laughed. "Does that mean you're allowed to put cream inside me as well?"

"If you ask me to, Miss."

"Go ahead then unless we're likely to be disturbed."

"You really are a slut Becky!" Veronica sounded indignant, "After all the pricks you had, you wanted another."

"Just for that we'll go back to your time as soon as he's finished."

Soon Veronica found herself back in her bed with Gloria looking curiously down at her. "That was queer. For some time you just had the welts you had when you came back last time and then all of a sudden, you were covered in them and your cunt looked as if it had been poked for hours. Then it was obvious you were having it again."

"Becky went forward in time, so we missed out on a lot of the party action." Veronica explained, "Now it looks as if I've got to suffer for a while now. Would you like to help me to the shower?"


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