Chapter 4. A servant's punishment
Clasping her hand and shaking with both trepidation and excitement, Eric felt
his body and clothing lose its solidity and turn to a jelly-like mass and become
transparent. Violet too changed her form. He could see her as vague outlines in
the air. "Are you ready?" Violet's voice came through clearly even though he
couldn't see her face.
"Yes...s..s. I guess so." At that moment he felt his fluid body distort as air
rushed by. Moments later he stood on a well manicured lawn in front of a large
house.
"Is this the place?" Eric whispered to his barely visible outlines of his
companion.
"It is okay to talk normally. Only we will be able to hear each other and while
to our eyes our outlines are visible, to those in this time we are totally
invisible. Come inside. Father and mother are away and my governess is at her
aunts for a week."
Violet gave him a grand tour of the house, showing him items from her childhood,
naming the servants they passed. Eric again wanted to whisper in their presence
but when Violet talked normally and the servants just carried on sweeping or
dusting Eric too spoke normally apart from the excited tone he couldn't control.
Stopping at the foot of the stairs they watched a gawky young girl quietly and
furtively descend. From the facial deformities, Eric instinctively knew it was
Violet. They followed as she made her way towards the kitchen.
"You lazy, good for nothing girl!" Cooks voice came through as the young Violet
opened the door. "These pans are still filthy and yet you put them away as
though they were clean."
"I'm sorry Cook," the tearful voice of a maid drifted through, "I thought..."
"You didn't think! And you will be sorry! This isn't the first time I've had
cause to reprimand you for laziness." Cook continued to berate the young girl
for some minutes seemingly getting angrier for the voice rose even louder.
"I'm sorry Cook...." the girl stammered again. Eric and Violet moved into the
kitchen to witness the scene. Violet pointed out the young Violet hiding in a
store cupboard amid the blankets and was peeping through a crack in the
woodwork.
"You will be very sorry," Cook went on, "when Thompson here has given your arse
a good birching."
"No Cook, please not the birch!"
"It's for your own good girl. Perhaps it will remind you to do your work
properly in future." Turning to Thompson the butler, she said, "Lay it on good
and well as I am sure you will and if you want a little pleasure after, I will
turn a blind eye...."
"You may be sure, I will do a good job on her arse, Cook. She's been a bit sassy
with me lately too." Thompson was a lean, mean looking man in his late forties.
As a junior boy in service he'd often been beaten, Since his promotion to butler
and head of the household staff he could exercise the same power over his
underlings and he very much enjoyed doing so especially when the recipient of
his attentions was young and female. Cook he knew from his not infrequent visits
to her bedroom, came from a similar background and as a junior had suffered at
the hands of the master's son who ravished her after each thrashing.
"Millie, go to the cellar and bring up the pot of birches. And be quick about
it." Sobbing, Millie left the kitchen and returned a few minutes later carrying
a heavy vase-like container with several bound birch rods soaking in brine.
"Take it in the punishment room and prepare yourself." The 'punishment room' was
just a small box room about 12 feet by 10 partially partitioned from the
kitchen. Violet showed Eric how her young self now moved in the store room and
found a knot hole through which she could see the events that followed. As their
ghost selves they positioned themselves in the punishment room where they could
get a good view of the proceedings. Millie hesitantly began to remove her skirt
and undergarments.
"Hurry up girl. It was laziness that got you here in the first place. Don't make
it worse by dawdling now. Thompson is going to see and probably feel, everything
you've got in a moment anyway." Millie blushed at Cook's words but her trembling
fingers couldn't seem to get the buttons undone quickly. Eventually though she
was naked from the waist down.
"She's got a nice full bum, Thompson, plenty or area for you to stripe," Cook
commented to further upset Millie. "Get yourself over the chest young lady, we
haven't got all day to waste on you."
In the centre of the room stood a large blanket chest with a rounded top. Millie
had seen one of the boot boys punished and knew what was expected. Still crying
and pleading for mercy although she knew she would get none, Millie draped
herself over the chest and lay still while a wide leather belt was fastened over
her back. Another strap fastened her wrists to the handle at one end.
"The master and mistress are away so I won't bother to gag her. It will do the
other servants good to know what they can receive if they don't work well
enough," Thompson stated.
"Yes," Cook agreed, "It is more convincing when they can hear the squeals."
Thompson then opened the girls legs wide so her young cunt was fully on display.
"Noooo!" Millie cried. The boy she had seen had kept his legs closed. She tried
to close them and was rewarded with a slap from Cook.
"Keep them open girl, Thompson will want to make sure that opening is nice and
warm for when he attends to it later." Millie tried again to close her legs and
received another hearty slap right on the opening of her slit.
"We'd better strap her legs apart, Cook." Two more straps were produced and poor
Millie's thighs were spread and her sex well on display.
"Wow! Fuck me!" Eric exploded at the obscene sight, "If I was solid I'd have a
hard on and would want to ram it right inside that lovely looking cunt."
"Well you're not solid," Violet retorted with a hint of jealousy in her voice,
"and as you're not solid you can't even wank your cock." She laughed at his
predicament. "We can watch and see but not take part.
While this repartee was going on, Thompson removed a birch from the pot and
shook it free of brine. It consisted of eight or nine branches about three feet
long, bound together at the thicker end. Millie cringed at the song it made as
Thompson swung it harmlessly through the air. She knew she would be feeling its
wrath before many more minutes. She had been spanked on many occasions by her
parents and felt the strap three times but she knew the birch would be far
worse. She was right.
Thompson brought the instrument down hard on her buttocks. Almost instantly fine
red lines appeared across the white flesh. Small globules of blood oozed from
where the end buds had punctured the skin. "Aaaaaghhh!!" A piercing scream came
forth from Millie. Violet moved closer to Eric's form and melded into it so they
could both feel the sexual excitement of the other. They noted Cook's face
looked flushed with excitement and Thompson had a bulge in the front of his
trousers.
"She should remember that," Cook stated, "Carry on Thompson. Make sure she can't
sit for a few days. Master will be in Calais for a week so she can't complain to
him."
"Swish!" "Aaaaaghhh!!" "Swish!" "Aaaaaghhh!!" "Swish!" "Aaaaaghhh!! No more,
please. You'll kill me." Millie's screams and sobs sounded throughout the house
causing even the servants working upstairs to shiver and pray it wouldn't happen
to them.
Cook bent over the girl and not too gently felt the tortured arse. "It's warm,"
she declared, "Give her the same again, that will get her nice and hot. A bum
like this can take much more."
Four more times the wicked birch descended, tearing the flesh and streaking it
with blood. At the eighth poor Millie almost passed out. Both Cook and Thompson
realised she had taken as much as she could. Cook wiped the blood streaks away
and applied smelling salts under Millie's nose, reviving her and bringing back
the full force of the pain. She screamed and cried but her torment wasn't over.
Violet watched, as she had done all those years ago, Thompson unbutton his
breeches and remove his erect prick. To the young Violet, it seemed and enormous
weapon although she now realised it was only the normal six inches and a bit.
Cook knew what it was like and encouraged Thompson to "open her up and warm her
inside as well as out," as she put it. "Fuck it into her hard and then perhaps
we'll let the others see what they missed."
Thompson plunged his manhood straight in. Halfway it halted. "She's a bloody
virgin. Well you won't be for much longer, Millie. I'll make a woman of you
now." He withdrew a little and plunged forward again, this time breaking through
the hymen. The scream it brought forth was heartrending. Not only was there pain
from the ruptured membrane, Thompson's hips forcefully hit her battered arse.
Mercifully she fainted and by the time the smelling salts had done their work,
Thompson was spilling his seed inside her womb.
"That was a most enjoyable fuck," he informed Cook, "Nice and tight."
Cook went to the kitchen and rang a hand bell vigorously. Soon all the house
staff were assembled; Six girls, two men and two boys. "You probably heard we
had to punish Millie. So that you all understand the sort of punishment you
might receive for similar laziness, you will each go and see the results. We
will start with the ladies, oldest first."
Thompson had left the room before the first woman entered. She cried out when
she saw the swollen raw flesh of her fellow servant. "Oh my God, did she really
deserve this?"
"Of course she did," retorted Cook angrily, "and if your work gets more
shoddier, you'll get it too, make no bones about that. Now feel how warm that
arse is and imagine it is yours. Squeeze those cheeks." Millie cried anew as the
woman gently squeezed her arse.
Two other older women had much the same feelings for the victim. Inside they
felt horror for what was done and sympathy for the girl's plight. Not so when
Vicky came in. Only slightly older than Millie, the pair had never been friends
mainly because Vicky lost her boyfriend to Millie.
"Nice to see you got your just desserts Millie." She gave the flesh a hard
squeeze eliciting a hoarse groan. Millie was past screaming. "It looks as though
you had a good fuck too, still you would be used to that with my John."
"She was a virgin, Vicky," assented Cook.
"Well it wasn't for want of trying no doubt. I trust you will make all the men
give her another good dose. I would have tickled her tits with the birch as
well. There's plenty of area there to work on."
When the ladies had finished their inspection, Cook suggested the men and boys
all go in together. "You older men can show the boys what to do. Make sure you
do it as hard as you can." All the men sympathised with the young girl but Cook
was the boss around here and she could make life very hard or have you sacked.
Especially with the master away and no one to turn to.
Old Tom, at over 60 and still very sprightly, opened his breeches and pulled his
erect cock out. It had been a long time since it has seen a cunt as young as
Millie's. Carefully he entered her but was forced to plunge in harder by the
Cook giving his arse a shove. "Don't fart-arse about Tom, get it in and get on
with it," she told him in no uncertain terms. Tom took a long while over his
fuck, during which time one of the young lads, Henry, came from just watching.
Eventually they all had their turn and Cook released Millie from her bonds.
Millie couldn't stand. Calling Vicky she instructed the girl to take Millie to
her room, clean her up and douche her well. To Millie she said, "I want you back
at work at teatime or we'll tickle your bum with the birch again."
Eric and Violet watched as the young Violet made her escape and then followed
Vicky and Millie. Vicky, once she was clear of Cook was far more compassionate
to the whipped girl and did all she could to relieve her pain. She was very
careful as she inserted the douche into the sore opening and injected the
vinegar solution Cook had given her.
Eric turned to Violet and suggested they go home. He'd seen enough for one day.
Violet was right. Seeing the horror of the birching, 'in the flesh' as it
appeared, was vastly different to seeing it on screen. Violet took his hand and
they left the room but not before Eric glimpsed the young Violet enter.
Microseconds later, their bodies were once again filling their clothes. In two
minutes it was almost as if they had never been away. Time had not moved on
during their adventure.
