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Chapter 10 – Beware a Rose's Thorns.
Charlotte had initially slept poorly, disturbed by the prospect of the punishment undergarments, whatever they were. 'What possibly are "punishment undergarments", what can Mr Campbell have possible meant?' Trepidation, fear and anxiety filled her as she struggled to get to sleep.
She eventually fell asleep to dreams of being imprisoned in a tower by an evil prince, a clichéd dream she hadn't had since she was small, and woke abruptly to Bosker waking her gently from her slumber. He had actually come into her bedroom to wake her, an event in and of itself. To date none of the help had appeared in her bedroom, or Mr Campbell for that matter, instead they'd used the speaker installed in her ceiling.
"Rise and shine young miss, you have a long day ahead of you."
Charlie went to shove her teddy-bear coverlet from her body when she noticed that during the night her body had betrayed herself. Clinging to her sheet, she wrapped it around herself and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her in order to safeguard her dignity.
How could she? It was just a stupid dream, the prince had imprisoned her, tied her up and 'Oh God! What's happening to me?' Charlie thought as she stripped off her sheep-print pyjamas and jumped into the shower. She repeated her morning ritual while she considered the treachery her body had conducted upon her. Hopefully no one would notice the damp patch in the fork of her pyjamas, she hoped to herself.
As she glided the razor over her sensuous mound she found herself touching herself in a way she had never considered before. Her eyes closed, thoughts of rope tying her up, of Mr Campbell spanking her, of Kyle's crushing body on hers ran through her mind as she gently played with herself.
"Miss Charlotte, Mistress Heinz will be here soon and we don't want to leave her waiting."
"No Bosker, I'll be right there." Charlotte replied, hastily dragging her hand away from her nether regions. 'God damnit, I'm becoming some sort of freak.' Charlie thought to herself.
Freshly washed Charlie returned to the bedroom to find that bosker had laid out her clothes already for her to wear. Today the wardrobe had offered up the black Mary Janes again. Matching white frilly socks were of course in attendance; today the fringed lace was yellow. Yellow ribbons for her hair were there to match the dress.
The dress was a yellow pinafore over an attached white ruffled blouse, again the sleeves puffed out to be fringed with lace. The bottom hem sported a six-inch wide peek-a-boo frill of lace, while the chest was ruffled white; the collar came up to the top of her neck. Undoubtedly this was yet another of Mr Campbell's creations. At this point she noticed the other garments.
A virtual copy of the white cotton panties she had worn yesterday were laying on the bed, the ones that had intrigued her with the internal Velcro. Next to the panties lied a matching cotton sports bra, also frilled with identical lace to that of the panties.
"Hurry up Miss Charlotte, you haven't got all day." Bosker hurried her along.
On lifting the frilled panties from the bed she finally realised the terrible purpose of the Velcro. Within the panties crotch had been attached a six inch long piece of rough textured scrubbing pad, protruding from the pad were thousands of bristles, the type found on any normal scrubbing brush. The bristles formed a rectangle one inch wide and five inches long that had been strategically placed to torment her in the most private of places. Attached by Velcro they could be added or removed at will, almost immediately Charlie went to pull the shocking pad of torment away from the Velcro in the panties.
"I'm afraid you shouldn't do that Miss Charlotte – Mr Campbell expressly ordered you to submit to the punishment undergarments today." Bosker informed the shocked girl as he restrained her from removing the bristles.
Dropping the panties, Charlotte spun away from Bosker backing herself toward her little white desk – "No way, there is no way I'm wearing those – you can't, no, no, I'll never." She continued backing away, her face betraying her abject fear at the prospect of being forced into the panties.
"I'm sorry Miss Charlotte. The house rules clearly say that you either submit to Mr Campbell's punishment, or if you choose not to submit and put on those lovely little panties, then I'm afraid I will have to call the maid and dress you ourselves." He raised his arm as if about to call for the maid when Charlotte interrupted him.
"Please Mr Bosker; please you can't make me wear those horrible panties." She pleaded and continued, "Look, I've been so good, I've put my hair up and worn the dresses, I've tried hard at my lessons, please I'm begging you, there must be something else I can do?" She had fallen to her knees and was looking up at Bosker with a pleading look.
"Madeleine! Your help is required, please bring the dressing post!" Bosker called out.
"No, please, anything, anything else…" Charlotte trailed away and began to sob into her towel as she sat on the ground. Bosker's attention switched toward the door, Charlotte looked up to plead further. She noticed that he'd turned his back from her.
Now was her chance, the first chance she had had to escape the clutches of Mr Campbell and his servants, as the door opened the semi-naked Charlotte pounced, she ran passed a stunned Bosker and attempted to barrel over the maid who was wheeling in a sinister looking pole. Freedom was about to be hers! She shoulder charged the maid and then suddenly felt a sharp pain. Her body involuntarily convulsed. She hit the ground and everything began to go black…
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Smelling salts bought Charlie around as she jerked awake, straining against her restraints.
"Silly girl, Madeline always keeps her Tazer handy. That was very silly of you. Another black spot I'm afraid. Not to mention that you will have to report to Mr Campbell tonight with seven black spots hanging over your head. Now look where it got you…"
Her wrists had been attached at the top of the vertical pole that she'd last seen the maid wheeling in. Raised above her head they were individually bound in yellow leather restraints. She stood there naked as the maid was kneeling at Charlie's feet with the socks and shoes close at hand. Still groggy she failed to struggle as the maid pulled up each of the white socks frilled with yellow lace and then pulled them up Charlie's feet. The patent black Mary Janes were then buckled on tightly.
Bosker was busy brushing and plaiting Charlie's hair. She began to fully recover just as the maid had pulled her feet through each of the leg holes of the white panties with the insidious bristles lying in wait. She deftly pulled the panties up Charlie's thighs as the young girl began pointlessly struggling against her tormentors. The panties continued their relentless journey up her legs as she attempted to kick out at the maid. Still weak after her encounter with the Tazer, the maid merely brushed aside the poor girl's futile resistance and finally brought the waist band of the ruffled white panties over Charlie's hips.
She sensed the bristles just brushing the tender lips of her sex as the maid bent down to adjust the elasticised bands around each of Charlotte's legs finally bringing the tormenting bristles into full contact with her shaven vagina. All struggle ceased in the girl as soon as she realised that her excessive movement caused the bristles to dig in and grind against her sensitive flesh.
"NO! Please take them off – I'll be good, I promise!" A breathless Charlotte begged the servants.
"Oh you will be good Miss Charlotte. Or you'll find that this is only a taste of the punishments that Mr Campbell will hand out." The butler informed Charlotte.
Having finished adjusting the panties the maid gathered the frilly white bra from the bed, devilishly displaying it to a despairing Charlotte. The masochistic gleam in the maid's eye almost scared Charlotte as much as the realisation that the inner cups of the bra where also coated in the fiendish bristles.
Releasing and then reattaching her wrists one at a time from the dressing post the maid pulled the frilly sports bra over Charlotte's head. Working carefully she manoeuvred Charlotte's breasts into the bristle lined cups. The maid ensured that the entire surfaces of her breasts were suffering beneath the ministrations of the heavy-duty plastic bristles. Being a sports bra, it was designed to restrict and compress breasts during physical activity. With the bristles added, the design of the bra worked to ensure that every inch of Charlotte's tits were being prodded and rubbed.
The butler pulled the yellow pinafore over Charlotte's head while the maid began adjusting the elasticised puffy sleeves. Prior to tying the large white sash around her waist into an enormous bow, the butler produced a yellow leather belt with two D rings attached on either side. The belt was fastened tightly around Charlotte's waist and her wrists released from the dressing post, only to have them refastened securely at her sides. Charlotte found that she was unable to reach anywhere. With her hands fixed firmly to her sides she was unable to touch the panties or bra, leaving the heinous bristles to continue their torturous work on her suffering vagina and breasts.
With their work complete the servants stepped back to admire their handiwork. Charlotte stood adoringly in the centre of the room, her hair tied up into high pigtails decorated with large yellow satin ribbons. Her yellow pinafore over the ruffled white blouse was a swishing sissy creation of ruffles and bows. Upon her feet, the signature frilled socks and patent Mary Janes. But perhaps most satisfying, more so for the masochistic maid, was the full knowledge that this little angel dressed for school, was suffering intense and excruciating discomfort from the thousands of bristles assaulting her delicate flesh.
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