Ghost of Bledgemoor Hall

Chapter 10. Spilled wine

"You really became quite a little slut Becky," Veronica laughed.

"You seemed to enjoy it too Ronnie. You are very eager to go back each time," Becky replied with a giggle.

"I know, I know. But of course it was only to see what you were getting up to." the laughing and giggles increased as the banter went on.

Two months had passed since Veronica had chastised her employer. For the first week or so afterwards, the relationship between them was a little strained but gradually their relationship with each other became one of more normalised respect and, apart from a few friendly bare-handed spanks, neither was punished. Despite the difference in their ages, they enjoyed each other's company and frequently, when she was not inside Becky, Veronica spent the night in Gloria's bed. Sex with her was warm, tender and comforting, totally different to the wild excitement of Becky's tempestuous fucking with Peter. One complimented the other. However, four times in the last ten days, Sadie the interior decorator, had stayed and spent the night with Gloria. Twinges of jealousy coursed through Veronica's mind even though she tried to dismiss them. Becky had of course looked in on them and reported what had gone on which made Veronica even more resentful of the decorator. Knowing she had Becky helped but during the times Sadie was staying, Veronica did not want to be caught having an out of body experience. The fewer that knew about it the better. Gloria she thought would keep it a secret.

"It just seems you went from being a rape victim to a real whore in just a few weeks Becky."

"Yes, it seemed that way but once the sex became less painful and after Kathryn's second visit, I knew that if I was to keep the position of favoured maid, I would have to do more than just lie there and take what he wanted to give me. Janet said she was favoured maid for only two weeks. I noticed how Master Peter liked the way Kathryn almost forced him to do things to her so I did the same. It was sort of self preservation, Ronnie."

"And you liked it!" Veronica laughed again. "And you got away with things other maids would have had a hiding for. Like when you spanked the master. My hand was sore for a while after that."

"You're just a tender young thing, Ronnie. Never done a real hard days work in your life." Veronica lay on her downstairs bed with the early morning sun peeping through the curtains, reviewing some of the things she'd experienced when going back to Becky's lifetime. While Becky showed her much of the domestic side of life at the Hall, she did seem to concentrate on the sexual side of her life with Master Peter. The side of her life she threw herself into with great enthusiasm and which almost gave her the position of mistress in the household. So much so, that even the butler and housekeeper didn't dare punish her. Each night she went to Peter's room and tried to think of fresh ways to use her body to please him. The spanking Veronica referred to was when his cock didn't want to perform and Becky had ordered him over her lap and spanked him until it was hard enough for her.

"I suppose I had better get up, Becky. Is Gloria still asleep?"

"No, she's listening with a glass to the door," Becky informed her seconds later.

"Oooops! I guess I should have used silent thought but it's easier for me to talk normally to you. I wonder how much she heard? Still it would be like hearing one side of a telephone conversation."

"Looks like she heard the last bit," Becky told her a few minutes afterwards, "She jumped back into bed and put the glass on the nightstand."

"Let's go back this afternoon. It's Sunday and Sadie isn't here so we should be alone. I'll tell Gloria." Only once in the last few weeks had she not kept her part of the bargain and told her boss she was going with Becky, and the one time was when Gloria was away for two days.

"I think we'll move on a few weeks, Ronnie. You've seen the sort of things I did with Peter and how I almost was his master but that sort of came to an end so expect to come back a little sore after this trip."

*****

"I've never worn a dress as fine as this Miss Maria." Becky swirled in front of the old seamstress.

"It's one her ladyship never wore and I've been able to make it fit you without too much trouble and it shows your assets off nicely." Maria gave a little smile. "Now let's find you a cloak and some other things to go with it. It will be cold on the journey. Then you'd better show yourself to Master Peter."

"Don't I look a fine lady, Ronnie?" she silently asked as she stood in front of the mirror. Veronica had to agree she did look very beautiful and wondered again what went so very wrong that she had died at such an early age and in such appalling circumstances.

Becky tried to walk in her best ladylike manner down the stairs. Miss Maria had given her some instructions on how to behave and in the short weeks she'd been at the Hall, Becky noticed how some of the lady guests comported themselves and tried to imitate them. Her appearance in the kitchen caused a few unkind remarks from the other servant girls and appreciative ones from the boys but Becky was too full of herself to worry about them and hurried on to Master Peter's room.

"My, my! What a lady you look girl. You'll outdo many of the aristocrats at his Lordships place but I guess you won't be wearing it for too long. Not once the party gets going." Master Peter gave a knowing smile. "I guess you know what to expect with guests like Kathryn Pontiford there." In fact Becky had little idea except that she could expect to have sex with several of the guests.

"I'm going to jump a bit now Ronnie," Becky told her companion, "Thought you might like to see some of the countryside as it was then. It was such a nice day and I felt so proud as Henson drove the trap with me in my finery, sitting alongside the master." Veronica did indeed wonder how the scenery had changed as they drove the fifteen miles to Lord Heighton's place, Fordenbridge Manor. Some landmarks were easily recognisable but the villages were now small towns with just the church still more or less as it was. Becky jumped ahead in time every so often but even so, it took an hour of Veronica's time before they arrived at the gates to the imposing, stone built Fordenbridge Manor.

With her heart fluttering as Henson helped her alight from the trap at the main entrance, she waited for Master Peter to come to her side and, linking arms with him ascended the main steps. She felt like royalty. The only time she'd been up the steps to the main entrance of Bledgemoor Hall was when she had scrubbed them!

A footman stood and the door and welcomed them and once inside another took her cloak and hat and the butler escorted them through the grandiose foyer and into the drawing room where he loudly announced, "Sir Peter Braithewaite and Miss Rebecca." Becky almost died of embarrassment when the conversation stopped and everyone present turned and looked at her. However, she had little time to worry because Peter whisked her to their host. Fortunately by now, curtseying had become almost automatic for Becky, even so she was astounded when his Lordship took her hand when she arose and kissed it.

"Well Peter, old boy, you seem to have found a nice young tidbit this time. Make sure I have a turn with her."

"And I hope I will too," Lady Heighton smiled as she interceded and held out her gloved hand. Becky kissed it. "We don't often have guests as youthful as you. You will surely be much in demand." A scantily clad waitress offered a glass of wine, which Becky accepted and tried to sip genteelly like she had seen the other ladies do.

Becky and Peter began to circulate with Becky trying to show the magnificent luxury of their surroundings to Veronica. "Have you ever seen anything like it, Ronnie?" she silently asked. Peter seemed to know most of the guests and each time introduced Becky as if she was his mistress. It wasn't long before she realised some of the other ladies were not really ladies either but servants like her. Kathryn came and introduced her partner.

"Peter you've met Jonathan before, Rebecca, this is my brother Jonathan."

"Your brother?" Becky puzzled, queried the statement.

"Yes dear, my brother. He's got a good prick that needs some attention, just like other men and as we live in the same house, it is convenient," Kathryn whispered, "It's been having my attention since he was twelve."

For another hour they circulated amongst the guests and admired the furnishings and paintings before the butler announced, "Dinner is served!" So far there had been little evidence of the orgy Becky had expected. A few innuendoes, a grope or two and the under dressed maids were the only slightly risqué happenings.

Dinner was a sumptuous as the surroundings and Becky felt over full even though Peter had warned her not to over indulge and make herself sick. Towards the end when the wine was beginning to make the guests freer with their tongues and their hands, things turned much more sexual. "Ouch!" squealed one of the maids as she was pouring red wine. One of the guests had put his fingers in her nearly exposed cunt and pinched her labia with his thumb. The wine spilled on the white tablecloth. It wasn't a major spill but the wine soon stained an area the size of a saucer.

His lordship reprimanded the unfortunate girl and suggested she be publicly spanked for her clumsiness. The suggestion was greeted with cheers but a middle aged man stood and spoke, "M'Lord, if I might be so bold as to suggest an alternative that might more fit the crime." He went on to outline the punishment he thought more appropriate.

Lord Heighton stood. "Gentlemen, you have heard the choices. Twenty hard spanks on her bare arse or Hector's more unusual alternative punishment. Those of you in favour of the spanking, please stand and bang your pegos on the table now." Two men stood, opened their breeches and thumped their pricks on the table. The maid stood still, tears running down her cheeks. "Very well it seemed as if the alternative is favoured but to make sure, with those gentlemen in favour of Hector's idea, thump your pegos in the recognised manner." Peter and Frank, the gentleman on Becky's left, and the rest of the men folk stood, banged their pricks and cheered.

"Seems the ladies don't get a say in the matter," muttered Veronica. Becky told her to be quiet and watch.

"Remove the maid's clothes, Haskins," his Lordship ordered the butler. The poor frightened girl didn't resist, knowing all too well that resistance would only mean further pain or humiliation. Becky felt Frank take her hand and put it around his prick. She now noticed none of the men had put theirs away and most had female fingers around them. "Since it was your idea Hector, would you be so kind and to do the honours?"

Hector asked for an oak side table to be cleared and brought further into the room where everyone could see. "Climb on the table, girl." Hector ordered. Sobbing the naked maid did so and was forced to stand with her legs apart, her bushy mound a little above the guest eye height. She stood there shaking slightly which, to the delight of the onlookers, caused her full breasts to wobble too.

"She's still breast feeding her baby," Frank whispered to Becky, "That's why her titties are nice and full. Like yours will be in nine months if you haven't taken precautions," he joked as his hand searched under her dress for Becky's slit. However, his eyes never left the scene in front of them.

Hector picked up the half empty wine bottle and used the neck to tease the maid's cunt for a few minutes and then inserted upwards and in as far as it would go. "No!! No please no!" The girl screamed but it only brought cheers and laughter from most of the partygoers.

"Now I need the help of some strong men. Any volunteers?" Hector asked. There was no shortage. Between them the girl was laid on her back, legs wide apart in the air and the bottle still embedded deeply in her vagina. Only a little of the contents had spilled during the operation. Two of the taller men were positioned to hold her ankles while Hector fucked the bottle in and out of her opening, each time a little more of the wine flowed into her body on the out stroke. A red rivulet ran down her belly and another along her arse crack. Before long the bottle was empty and Hector removed it completely. "Anyone want to redden their pego in a wine clean hole?" enquired Hector. One did and swiftly embedded himself in her and to the delight of the audience, his prick did indeed come out red which gave rise to many ribald comments.

While Becky abhorred what was done to the poor girl, the scene combined with Frank's ministrations, had made her very wet. Looking around she saw several of the ladies being rogered and the prick in her hand was solid and hard. "Bend yourself over the chair Rebecca," Frank ordered.

"I'm sorry sir, but Master Peter has to agree first." She looked at Peter only to find his prick engulfed in the mouth of the woman alongside him. He'd heard her statement though.

"At this party you are available to anyone Rebecca. Anyone at all. Man or woman."

"Thank you Sir." Turning to Frank she went on, "I am ready and willing to serve you Sir."

Before Frank could enter her, Lord Heighton's voice rose above the din, "Gentlemen, let us adjourn to the ballroom where things have been laid out to ensure your comforts are better catered for."