Chapter 6

The Missing Maid

A Tawse Hall Mystery

By

Lisa

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

It had been a horrible week, and was going to get an awful lot worse before it could get better. Lisa was lying awake. Tomorrow she was going to be caned for smoking in her Mistress’ private rooms. The others had not hesitated to tell her what she might get, 6, 12, 24 stokes. In Mistress’ study or in front of the staff in the walled garden. Shona had taken particular delight in suggesting that Lisa might even get birched. She had never felt the birch but given that is was meant to be worse than the cane it must be a truly terrible thing. At least once she had been caned it would be over. She almost wanted the caning to be done, to have it behind her. This waiting for days had been so painful. But on Saturday she would be able to return to her Mistress again. Return as her maid and things could be as they should be again, Ms Strict and her maid Lisa together.

There was also a burning anger, that she had been falsely accused. She would never have even thought of smoking in this house. She did not even really smoke. She was angry that the person who had left those horrid cigarettes there did not own up. That somebody was willing to let her be banished by her Mistress and thrashed for something she did not do. This hurt her so much. She did not blame her Mistress, what was she to think, but Tawse Hall seemed a nastier place now because of it.

Lisa let her hand drift between her legs and started to gently caress what was between. She thought of Louise Strict, or that big beautiful body that she had bathed. Those big mature breasts with their huge dark nipples. How Lisa had wanted to bury her face in them, how she wanted to be held to her mistress’ breast now.  In her minds eyes she saw Louise opening her opening her thighs and beckoning her in.

‘Go on little Lisa, kiss me here.’ Lisa imagined her Mistress’ voice, gentle but firm. Lisa imagined the warmth from that big wet pussy. She thought about how she would kiss those thighs and suck deeply, worshiping that wonderful woman’s sex.

Then as she worked her hand a little harder older memories and desires crept into her thoughts. She remembered staying with Mrs McNeil. Alone together on the sofa when David, her son had been sent to the shops. Lisa half lying on the sofa gazing bored at daytime TV. Mrs McNeil coming to sit beside her. Something about the way this big woman sat down made her heart beat a little faster. She remembered Mrs McNeil’s breathing getting a little harder as she lifted Lisa’s skirt, Lisa’s own pulse racing. This was something she knew should not happen, not between two women, but she also did not want to stop. She lay passive as Mrs McNeil ran a strong hand across her belly. She remembers the red nail varnish and gold rings on the woman’s hand. The hand that then slipped inside the waist band of her knickers.  Lisa could feel the older woman’s breath now, gasping as the hand went down to her clit.

Mrs McNeil had given a small laugh when she felt Lisa’s wetness.

‘You are worse than I am. You are such a naughty girl.’ Lisa felt her knickers being slipped off and the hand worked harder.

‘Lie back you naughty little thing. That’s it, bring your knees up I want to see what you have there.’

Then the hand with its red nail varnish and gold rings began to slap her bottom, gently at first then harder. Between smacks it would return to Lisa’s soaking clit. ‘You deserve this you naughty girl, you have been teasing me since you got here.’ Smack, smack.

Thinking of that day, that big woman smacking her bottom and scolding her and bringing her off Lisa came, came hard alone in her bed at Tawse Hall.

Mrs McNeil was one of her favourite memories. Nothing ever happened again nor was it ever mentioned, but when she was on her own Lisa loved to scroll through what might have been.

She began to doze but came to when she heard footsteps outside her room. Quietly she went to the door and opened it just an inch. In the darkness she could see William making his way into Shona’s room. Lisa was shocked. If Welt caught him in the house at night, let alone in a Maid’s room he would be in so much trouble. It was clear what he must be there for. There was no point taking this kind of risk unless you were on a promise. She went back to bed. It crossed her mind to tell tales. Neither William nor Shona had gone out of their way to be nice so far. But she decided against it. What harm would they be doing?

By the time the next set of feet walked along the corridor Lisa was soundly asleep.

Shona was slightly drunk as she made her way back into Tawse Hall, drunk but the adrenalin was pumping. Had William done what he was told? Would he be where he was told to be? The pathetic wimp. She was so looking forward to seeing his little arse in the air, and then his face when he saw the little surprise she had for him. He deserved everything he got. However much William made Shona hot, it just added to her contempt for him, for his weakness. Men were weak but William was a particularly feeble specimen. Ruled by that worthless cock of his he would allow himself the stoop to any depth.

Shona never had doubts, she never did much reflecting. If she had it might have bothered her that what attracted her to somebody was a huge contradiction. She loved to dominate, humiliate, she loved the sense of power that making somebody suffer and them still begging gave her. But once that person had cracked and submitted to her she could no longer respect them. They were just rubbish.

At school she had terrorised most of the other kids into a petrified submission, both boys and girls. It was just so easy taking what she wanted. She got if from a mother, a total bitch of a woman that Shona despised, but one of the few people she had anything resembling respect for. Shona bore the scars on her shoulder from the last time she had been in her mother’s company. But the broken nose she gave in return was a much more visible reminder for the woman that bore her.

As she climbed the stairs she could not help giggling. She could see the light from under the door of her room. He was in there. Wonderful, the little creep. She threw the door open.

‘Surprise, surprise.’

The look on Williams face was perfect. Kneeling on her bed, his bottom stuck out, his cock straining against the cage, looking over his shoulder with absolute disbelief. ‘You fucking bitch, what do you think you are doing.’

‘Don’t be rude William, say hello to Kevin, you know Kevin don’t you?’ William leapt to his feet.

‘Huhuhuhuh’. Kevin was pointing and laughing at the cage on Williams cock. Kevin was a big farm boy, randy as fuck but with an uncomplicated view of the world. Shona could see William was weighing up what to do.

‘Don’t be upset William. I brought a real man to give me the fucking I need. But I am going to need you to clean me up later, and as your reward you will be able to fuck me.’ Shona lay on the bed and opened her legs wide showing off that juicy ginger cunt that me were prepared to go through hell for. She unbuckled Kevin’s belt, out of his jeans burst a huge cock.

‘Look William, this is penis, you have something like a penis only smaller.’ She stoked it and Kevin’s cock strained. ‘Kevin likes having his cock sucked but I never suck cock, so I thought of you William.’

‘No, no I am not standing for this!

Shssss, you will wake the house and what will happen then. You are the one who should not be here. Come on William suck this big hard cock, Kevin does not mind.

Shona know from the way Williams prick was straining that she literally had the poor little fucker by the balls. He was going to suck cock and lick another man’s come from her on the promise that is term will come.  Pathetic.

William knelt down and began to cock. Kevin as rough and mean forcing it in hard, pulling William by the hair. And Shona was filming it all on her phone.

Kevin threw William to one side and fucked Shona from behind. William gazed at that big cock and how Shona seemed to love it. She never moaned like that when he fucked.

‘William, look what this brute does for me.’

Kevin did not last long, with a growl he forced his load in and rolled off to one side. Now Shona pulled William’s face between her legs. ‘Suck it, clean me up, and eat his cum.’ He hated the way it made her pussy taste and feel. He so loved that pussy it was so much of what he lived for, but he took what he could get. Shona came hard with her legs clamped around his head. She stayed vibrating drinking in the wash of pleasure that ran over her. Yes this was so good.

’Kevin, do you want to stay and watch this boy perform.’

Nah

Ok Fuck off then, you know the way.

Howard was not enjoying himself. Standing in his suit, wearing a mortar board and gown he was too hot and the music was too loud. He had not been sure what ‘Dancing Queen’ sounded like so had been forced to purchase the thing to be sure. He should have liked seeing all the adult school girls bounding around to the music but it just did not seem to have the right ambience. He retreated to the bar and just watched, and then somebody had thrown beer at him and called him a pervert.

He could sense his relief when his tune came on but Julius was not quick to arrive. Instead he was directed to a door behind some curtains, from there through a fire exit and into the street. The cool quiet of the night was a relief. A Cayenne pulled up, and he got in.

‘Nice outfit Howard.’

‘Nice place you are running Julius.’

‘I get by, earning and hones crust. You are looking the girl called Agnes. You are working for some dyke in Thrashwell.’

‘Yes, and I am told you can help me.’

‘Maybe Howard. Why is this dyke looking for her?’

‘Not my business why. Guilt? A maternal instinct? Agnes was her maid.’

‘Like fuck.’

As I said the reason why is not my business? What is the Agnes to you?

‘That is my business but our interests coincide. We both for our own reasons need to find this girl. Given that you have been given the job I guess that your employer had not been able to either interest the police or she does not want them involved.’

‘Go on.’

‘Here is the deal. You tell me what you know, I will reciprocate. I will pay you double whatever your current employer is paying. In return all you have to do is make sure that you contact me before anyone else when you find her.’

‘What happens then?’

‘That is not your business.’

Howard reached into his pocket and pulled out a photo. ‘Agnes Novak. Well that is what her passport and ID say. I doubt if that is her real name but it is what we have. Arrived here 2 years ago to work and study English. From what I can find she does just that. 18 months ago she takes a job as a maid for a woman called Louise Strict. Wealthy academic, respected and feared. The House is called Tawse Hall. Odd set up, kind of believes the world would be a better place if it was run like a girls boarding school. But after the banks going pop and the riots her ideas are starting to get some traction. Anyway, being a personal maid to Ms Strict is a fairly intimate job by all accounts, and Agnes became a bit like a wife come daughter. Some of the other staff were not entirely thrilled and were happy to tell me so. So options, Agnes just gets the hump and leaves. Obvious choice. Ms Strict has a considerable enthusiasm for corporal punishment. But if that was the case she would be easy to find. Second, straight forward abduction, young girl out grabbed by a perv. Possible, but people don’t pack up all their possessions and then find a pervert to snatch them. Done in by a jealous member of staff? Unlikely, they may be bitchy but no murderers there.’

Julius was silent.

‘But then of course I make a discovery. There is no record in Poland of Agnes. She appears here with a set of perfectly good polish papers but before that she did not exist. Then I am hearing rumours that I am not the only one looking for her.’

‘Ok, this is what I know. 6 weeks ago, a woman, known to me as Horse, was asked to pick the girl up for a client. We know the girl was picked up. But then they disappear.’

‘Who the fuck is this Horse then?’

 An enforcer, ex pro domme. The Horse Mistress. Trouble is she has a tendency to go off piste, and that seems to have happened here. If Horse has done something with this girl I need to be the first to know.

Julius passed a note. ‘This is the address of her flat. My guys are watching it but she has not been there since.’

Howard slipped out of the car and into the night. Julius drove back to his club. He gently slid the snakehead ring back onto his finger. When you were dealing with the Organization is was best to be careful. His mobile phone pinged. Attached to an email was a photo, the photo of a young girl, naked and shackled.

‘Hi Julius’ was all the message said. It was from horse. Shit shit shit what the hell was she playing at. The he looked with growing horror at the cc’s. He did not have time to prepare himself before the phone started to ring. Rohrstock, what was Horse trying to do to him.

Shona - Up to no good again!

Missing Maid - Chapter 5

The Missing Maid

A Tawse Hall Mystery

By

Lisa

Chapter 5

Back home Agnes would never have trusted the Police, if she had seen a Police van she would have walked the other way. That was how she had been brought up. But since she had been in Britain she had kind of softened. The Police here held no fears for her.  And she was tired. She was hungry and knew that she was looking bad. Nights sleeping rough, absolutely terrifying.  Her phone had long since run out of credit and she only had £5 left from the money the lorry driver had given her.

Remembering what she had been prepared to do for £20 and a lift made her feel sick. Even in her dirty cloths, with her blond hair matted Agnes could still arouse. Her big blue eyes, fine features, high cheekbones and those breasts that men always stared at. She had hated going with the driver but there had been no choice. What were her options? She could have gone back to Talia but that would not be safe now, people would have been there asking questions. All she could do was go on, get to Glasgow. Find Auntie.

‘Hello Agnes.’

She was just wondering how the Police woman knew her name, when she noticed the ring, the snakehead ring. Three sets of strong hands were on her fast, before she could run. She kicked and screamed, but nobody came.

Those strong hands held her down, an injection and then a deep black hole. Nothing.

Nothing until she had woken up in this room.  Not a room, a cell. A bench for a bed, white tiled walls and a concrete floor. There were no windows, just a harsh strip light, and on one wall a heavy metal door. A cell, but not a police station. She had a huge headache, and a dry mouth like she had been on one hell of a drinking spree. She was naked and there was just a single rough blanket. It was cold. Her terror rose as she took it all in.

She had seen the snakehead ring. This was no police cell. Rohrstock? He would not forgive her, and she knew the splintered ice that ran in his veins.  She needed to piss. Nowhere to go, no toilet no bucket. All she could do was squat in the furthest corner. She wept. Eighteen months at Tawse Hall, she should never have run. She should have told her Mistress, Ms Strict would have protected her. But now after three weeks her past had caught up with her. And here she was with her bare feet in her own wee in this horrible cell.

She could see a metal ring on the wall, fixed firm with bolts about two feet above the floor. Agnes shuddered. That could only have one purpose. Somewhere to chain people to.

There was no way to tell if time was passing. Just silence. For a while she shouted and banged but nobody came. The sound of her own voice somehow felt like company.

Then a click, a clang and the door opened. Two big women, big strong women, like peasants Agnes thought, came through the door. They said nothing. As Agnes spotted the glint of the handcuffs she began to struggle but the women held her firm. The cuff bit hard into her wrists, the chain passed through the metal ring. Agnes was left in a forced squatting position without even the blanket to cover her. She wept. More time passed. She fell asleep, exhausted.

‘Agnes.’ The girl looked up from the pair of black leather boots in front of her

The voice sneered. ‘See you pissed yourself you disgusting little whore. I have a good mind to make you lick that up with your tongue. Make you suck your own stinking piss from the floor. Or maybe I should piss there too. You can clean up the mess for both of us.’

The woman in her 40’s, athletic, powerful, was dressed for riding. Boots, jodhpurs and a crop. Her face had a cruel and hard, grey eyes taking in the sight before her with undisguised delight. On her right hand was the snakehead ring.

‘I think your piss is on my boots, lick them.’ Agnes was frozen.

Shwick, crack, Aaaaiieee! I said lick my fucking boots you disgusting whore!

The crop came down hard on Agnes’ left thigh. A vicious red welt appeared almost immediately.

‘Please, who are you, why are you doing this.’

The woman leaned forward and smacked Agnes hard across the face. ‘Shut up and lick my fucking boots.’ Straining against the cuffs Agnes dropped to her knees and began to lick the top of the woman’s boot.

‘And the soles. They are covered in your wee-wee Agnes.’ The voice was filled with contempt. ‘That’s it, lick away. I might get you to lick my arse clean. Keep you chained to my toilet. That is all you are worth you disgusting Polish bitch.’

‘Smile for the camera.’ The woman was taking pictures with her phone.

One of the big women came back into the cell with two bowls. She placed them on the floor in front of Agnes. One contained water, the other what looked like cold porridge.

‘That is your dinner Agnes. If you want to eat you will have to eat like a dog. How does that feel Agnes? There is no point crying. Well. please feel free to cry. It pleases me, but it will not help you.’

The woman sat  back on the bench, tapping the crop against her boot.

‘You have made life difficult for some friends of mine. And you have wasted a lot of my time. But now you are here I will make the most of you. There are lots of people who would like to get their hands on you. I propose a simple auction. Whoever pays gets you. What they do with you is not my concern.’

‘What do you want with me?’

‘Nothing, you have nothing I want. You are just livestock.’ Again the woman leant forward taking Agnes big nipples and twisting them hard. ‘Maybe I will sell you for milking, or maybe for slaughter. It does not matter to me.’

‘It worked like a fucking dream, a fucking dream.’ Shona was so pleased with herself. ‘Little Lisa is going to get such a caning Friday. I hope it is a public one. I cannot wait to see that fat little arse of hers covered in stripes, to see her bawling those sweet little eyes out.’

William was not so full of himself. He had played is part, because Shona had promised him a fuck. But seeing Lisa, stuck out on the chair in the Kitchen. Yes it had turned him on, but he did not have Shona’s venom.

 ‘I cannot believe Ma’am walked in on her holding the fags, ha-ha.’ Shona was pacing around the shed. I’ thought she would just find them and blame Lisa, but red handed. Brilliant. I wish I had been there to see it.’

‘It was close thing.’ William shivered. ‘I was at the top of the ladder putting them inside the bathroom when the girl walked in. She did not see me but it was close.’

Shona sniggered. ‘I have a plan to take this to a whole new level William. So that Lisa gets such caning that she fucks off for good. You will have some work to do again with that ladder of yours.’

‘Shona, no. I was happy to help you once but....’

Shona grabbed him by his hair and hissed. ‘Well done William, you were a very good boy today, but if you ever want to come again do not even think about disobeying me, understand!

‘Yes, Shona, sorry.’

‘Good boy, now come to my room tonight, at 11. I will not be there but undress and wait in the middle of my bed with your bottom in their air. I will join you and you will get your reward.’  Shona squeezed the gardener’s chaste cock and balls, feeling them swell and tighten against their cage as she waved that little nasty key under his nose.

Julius Ferrule liked doing favours. It gave you a bit of leverage if ever you needed it down the line. Julius did not want violence. Not that he was squeamish. Growing up in North Peckham he had learnt quickly that sometimes you had to enforce your authority. No, violence often had messy outcomes that got in the way of good business. Blackmail, bribery or just a well judged hint of nastiness was preferable.

He had fashioned his appearance to good effect tall, muscular, facial features as if carved from teak and immaculate dress. He also knew how to exploit an opportunity when he saw one. That was the secret of his success. Drugs had been easy to come by where he grew up. But the only people who made much were the guys at the top of tree. The cost benefit in dealing anything other than a bit of blow did not appeal. Then he met Connie. It was a wet afternoon. He dropped by a friend in Croydon. There were a few guys there watching TV and skinning up. And there was Connie, sat quietly getting stoned. He knew plenty of white girls but her clothes and hair told him she was not one of the sorts who had grown up in his neighbourhood.  One of the other guys, Bruno, thought that she was his but was not going to get in the way of Julius.

When the girl spoke it was with a lovely soft, posh accent. Not the braying kind that he heard on TV. No, soft smooth like milk. And she had this smile full of innocent excitement and mischief. He could have fucked her that afternoon, but he did not. He was enchanted by her. Even stoned she moved with the graceful ease of a gymnast. She was funny and made him feel special. Not because of his money, his clothes, his reputation, but for being him. Connie wanted to be bad, and Connie changed his life forever.

He stared in the mirror in his office. 80’s disco music was thudding below.

But he was sick to the back teeth of women today. One woman in particular, Horse. Fucking Horse! Never work with children or animals. He was just trying to do somebody a favour. Somebody who he wanted to owe him. Why had he given the job to Horse? He knew she was a proper nutter. But Horse could scrub up well.  Look the part. All she had to do was go and pick up the goods and bring them back. But no, she collected as planned and then nothing. Silence. And now he was in the shit. Because when you do a favour for Bastion Rohrstock....... Shit, shit, shit. But Julius could always see the opportunity, play both sides off against the middle. He was going to tell Howard Figgings everything. Well mostly everything.

He gazed at the  TV monitor. It was showing the recording in progress next door. A large middle aged woman, dressed in school uniform was bent over a bar stool. Her huge bottom showing the evidence of the caning being dished out by a haughty black domme.

Shit, it was the wrong fucking way round. He could not see her face. What use was that going to be?  He spoke into mic. The Dominatrix’s blond wig concealed a discrete ear piece.

‘Turn her round for fuck sake you stupid bitch. When you have a Junior Education Minister bent over a bar stool dressed as a school girl you at least want the camera to pick up the woman’s fucking face!’ Blackmail. So much better than violence.

From the dull thud below he made out ‘Dancing Queen.’ Good. He was going to do somebody a big favour, and do himself one in the process.

The Missing Maid

A Tawse Hall Mystery

By

Lisa

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A wave of shock and disappointment crashed over Louise. The girl had been so promising, so pretty and willing. Now to catch her not only smoking but doing it in her private bathroom was unforgivable. It was an act of rudeness that Louise had not thought possible. She wanted to get hold of the girl and thrash the living daylights out of her there and then. But fortunately for both of them a voice of inside her reminded Louise that she should never punish in the heat of anger. She needed time to calm down and think clearly.

Give me those girl! She snatched the cigarettes from the Lisa’s hands. ‘Come with me!’

‘Ma’am please, you have to listen to me.’

‘There will time for your excuses later, get in the corner, nose to the wall, hands on head. And not another sound from you until I tell you so.’

Louise sat down at her dressing table to think. She could see Lisa reflected in the mirror. The girls shoulders were shaking, she was obviously weeping.

‘No point crying about it now girl, you should have thought about what you were doing earlier.’

‘Ma’am.’

‘Silence!’ Louise reflected for a few moments and then was clear what she needed to do. ‘Right Lisa, now go the bathroom and take of all your clothes, you can wash your uniform later, and I am going to scrub the smell of tobacco off you right now. I cannot abide that stink, and will not have it in my home or on my staff.’ She grabbed Lisa by the arm and dragged her more roughly than was needed to the bathroom. The girl blubbed as she took off her clothes.

Louise picked up the bath brush and a big cake of soap. ‘Get under that shower, hands on head.’

‘Oh please Ma’am, you have to believe me.’

Soaping up the brush Louise began to scrub the girl from head to foot.

‘Feet apart girl.’ Louise did not need to scrub the girl between the legs but could not resist it. It could be part of the girl’s punishment. Lisa’s face was a picture as she did it, her pussy red and raw but not as Louise noted un-aroused.

When she was satisfied she had scrubbed the girl clean Louise turned off the shower and stood back for a moment to study Lisa. She was all hot and pink from the scrubbing. Her red rimmed eyes gazed at her mistress full of pleading.

‘Lisa I am so disappointed in you. I had hoped that we would enjoy being together, yet you have let me down so soon. I had decided to let you off the cane on Friday, but now clearly that is not possible. You are in for a real thrashing of Friday I am afraid girl. It really ought to be a public birching, but I am going to give you something to think about right now. Bend over and grab the toilet seat, stick that pretty bottom of yours right out.’

Lisa just sobbed, and did want she was told.

‘That’s right stick it right out. You are going to get six hard swats with the brush right now. You will count them and repeat, I am a naughty girl who deserves to be punished.’

Louise ran her hand over the girl’s bottom, all hot and damp. This was going to sting like hell.

Whack!

Owwww. Lisa shot up right grabbing her bum.

Lisa!

‘I am a naughty girl who deserves to be punished!’

Get back in position. If you move again, or grab your bottom we will go back to one, understand!

Yes Ma’am

Whack!

Aaaaaeeee

Lisa’s checks wobbled beautifully, as she clenched and unclenched. This time she stayed in place.

‘I am a naughty girl who deserves to be punished.’

Louise now felt arousal overwhelming her initial anger. She wanted to sink her fingers deep between the girl’s legs. But no, this was punishment. She delivered the next 3 hard and fast, whack, whack whack, half hoping that Lisa would jump up or try to over herself and give a nice excuse to add a few extra. But Lisa was either too brave or scared to move.

Last one Lisa, for now at least.

Thwack! Owwwwwaaeeei.

It was delivered full force across the middle of Lisa’s bum.

‘I am a naughty girl Ma’am who deserves to be punished.’

Yes you are Lisa, and punished you will be. Now go back into the bedroom and stand in the corner.

Lisa could hear her mistress on the phone.

‘Welt, we seem to have a problem, please come to my room at once.’

Mr Welt arrived almost immediately and Louise called him in. Lisa could hear his gasp when he saw her but did not dare turn around.

‘Welt, I am sorry to say that I caught this girl smoking in my private bathroom.’

‘Ma’am I cannot believe it.’

‘Nor would I if I had not seen her with my own eyes.’ Louise pointed to the packet she had taken from Lisa. She will of course be punished fully on Friday. However I not prepared to have some wretch who stinks of cigarettes attend to me personally. So until Saturday morning I would like Shona to take over as my personal maid and Lisa can make amends working for Mrs Scolding downstairs.’

Lisa could not contain herself and let out a long wail. Louise marched across the room and smacked her hard on the back for her thighs. ‘I told you to be quiet.’

Welt raised an eyebrow. It was not often he saw his mistress this annoyed. Clearly Lisa had really upset her. He quite liked the girl himself and was surprised that she had been caught smoking. She was not the sneaky type. But at least Shona would be pleased. He knew she was itching for a chance to become Louise’s personal maid.

‘Welt; please take Lisa with you as she is. She is to spend the remainder of the time between now and tea on display in the kitchen. She will then be permitted to dress and begin her duties with Mrs Scolding. Is that understood? Good. Please take her.’

Louise watched as Mr Welt lead the naked weeping girl way. She gathered herself and headed out, late now for her lunch appointment with Gemma. It was never a good idea to be late for an appointment with your disciplinarian.

The train compartment was empty for the journey back to London. It gave Figgings a chance to catch up on a few calls. He was happy, Strict had agreed to his plan. It did not really matter if she had not, she was not his real employer but it gave him and the Organisation the cover they needed. Simple private detective working on a probably not so missing persons case.

‘Hi Mario, and news for me?’

‘Howie, is that you.’

‘Yep’

‘About your little polish girl’

‘Agnes’

‘Yes. I have a contact you need to meet, but they are very nervous.’

‘Nervous of what. ‘

‘Everyone, the Police, Triads, the Mafia, the Russians, his own people. He has agreed to meet but it has to be tonight at an event he is running. Also he will find you, you must not ask for him.’ Mario provided some details.

‘What is 6^th Form disco?’

‘It is a dodgy party that our contract is involved with. Most people just go along to relive their school days, get drunk and misbehave, but our friend has a sideline. He can organise young people for would be naughty headmasters to erm well... discipline. Basically hiding what he is up to in plain sight. But even on the fetish scene this operation has a bad rep. Lots of heavies keeping the girls in line as much as the punters. Some pretty extreme stuff on offer for those willing to pay, and if it all goes too far no comeback for those willing to pay enough.’

What’s his name?

Julius Ferrule. Comes across like a public school toff but it is all fake, born and raised in Peckham.

And how will he know me?

‘At 10.30 go to the DJ and request Dancing Queen. That will be the signal. Oh yeah. One more thing.’

‘What.’

‘There is a dress code. You have to go as a teacher or a pupil. Your choice.’

‘Thanks Mario.’ Figgings groaned inside. He hated parties, he hated loud music and he really hated fancy dress.

Howard Figgings had wanted to be an actor. He was bright enough at school but kind of anonymous. He would unsettle his classmates by suddenly just appearing.  His was the face in the class photo that nobody would be able to put a name to, he did not stick in the minds of his teachers. He tried to get into stage school but was politely declined. He was told he lacked the presence needed. It would seem that Howard had a considerable acting gift. For disappearing into the background unnoticed. To be there but not be there. After university Figgings started doing the kind of work that values anonymity. Work where it is good to be there but not there.

Louise drew up outside Gemma’s house in Thrashwell. It was lovely old place next to the school. The school was a one class affair that took kids up to the age of eleven. Gemma has been its teacher for many years. The council had tried to find excuses to shut the place and save money a few times over the years. Gemma’s reputation and the fierce support of generations of local parents had always kept the politicians at bay.

But longer than she had been a teacher Gemma has had another much more private role. She was Louise Strict’s disciplinarian. She was the person Louise came to when she needed correction. Gemma was by now a close friend but she knew her role. She understood that Louise expected her to be unbending in her duties.  They had both grown up at Boarding School, though at different ends of the country, but had an instinctive understanding of what each other meant by discipline and respect for authority.

They had met at university. One night over a little too much wine Louise had opened up her about her feelings. This was the early 1980’s and people seemed to be in a chaotic world where boundaries did not exist or were being torn down. Some of this was no doubt good but after the structured world of school Louise felt there was something missing from her life. What if she let herself down did less than her best? What if she made poor choices did wrong? There needed to be some sanction, something to remind her.

Gemma had initially been surprised by her own reaction. ‘Well, have you got a cane?’ I came out almost without thinking.

‘Yes.’ Gemma had never heard Louise sounding so sheepish.

‘Well then get it now, you can write out what you need correcting for and I will make sure you get a lesson you do not forget.’

An hour and 12 stokes of the cane later Gemma was sat on her sofa comforting a tearful but unburdened Louise Strict. And so it had been on and off over the years that followed. Gemma had watched her friend rise, feeling in a small way part of that success. Every so often Louise would contact her and book a session. No more than an hour. It was not a social visit. Gemma would administer the appropriate dose of the cane and the two would part.

‘You are 5 minutes late Louise, you know that is not acceptable.’

‘No Gemma, I know it is not.’

‘The book please and take up your position.’ Louise handed the leather bound black book where she records her own acts of weakness. The crimes that Gemma was to punish her for. Then she went into the large dining room of the house. She removed her skirt and placed it over the chair folded neatly. Then she took another chair from the table and bent over it so her big bottom, still clad in black knickers was fully on display. She could already see that senior girls cane lying on the table and felt the butterflies in her stomach. Gemma would leave her there for a few minutes to reflect on what she had done. She would then deliver her verdict and the cane would be applied without further ceremony.

Louise shivered as the door opening sent a draft over her exposed bottom and thighs. Gemma was pacing behind her.

Ok Louise. You know the drill. My decision is final; you take whatever I decide you need. Is that agreed?

‘Yes Gemma.’

Good. First I will deal with your lateness. It was only 5 minutes but late is late. For this you will receive 2 strokes.’  Slowly Gemma went to the table and picked up the cane. It was long since banned in schools but she liked the way it felt in her hands. She gave it a couple of trial swishes and enjoyed seeing her friend flinch a little more that she ought to have done.

Bare bottom don’t you think Louise?’ That was the signal for Louise to lower her knickers. Gemma tapped the cane watching the flesh wobble then delivered the first stoke square in the middle of Louise’s generous bum. The second followed almost immediately cutting at the crease where the bottom meets the upper thigh. A sweet spot she knew would sting. Louise remained in position the two red stripes now showing against the pale skin.

Once or twice over the years Gemma had been obliged to give Louise a serious thrashing. She had always admired the way the Louise took it. Never once did she plead or trying to cover her bottom or stand up. She would stay down and take it, even to tears and beyond. But that would not be happening today.

Gemma placed the cane back on the table. ‘Louise you can stand up now. You have had your punishment.’

Louise we puzzled. ‘But, only for being late.....’

‘You know our agreement. I decide what you should get. I have read the other items in your book and I do not feel there is anything there I need to punish you for, nor should you be punishing yourself.’

Louise could not hold back her tears and fell sobbing into the arms of her friend. The stress of the last few weeks came flooding out. Gemma held her friend until she was ready to let go, gave her a tissue to wipe her eyes and took through to the living room.

‘Ok I only know what you have put in the book. Will you tell me the full story now?’

Gemma, there is so little to tell. You remember Agnes the Polish girl who was my maid.

‘Yes, a beautiful looking girl.’

‘Yes she was staggeringly beautiful in this sweet natural way. She arrived a little over a year ago and we seemed to hit it off from the start. She seemed to understand me, almost on a subconscious level. She just seemed to know what I wanted. Well it was not long before I fell in love with her, but I was her employer so I kept that part separate, disguised it. I know some of the other staff were jealous, but they can deal with that, for me it was beautiful. That was my first weakness; I let the boundary between my role as an employer slip with a member of staff. The about two months ago, she, well seems to lose focus, interest even. She goes through the motions but it was not the same. I got cross with her a few times and she got a couple of right slipperings. But that seemed to do nothing. She just became very upset. Then about a month ago I wake up one morning, she has packed everything and Agnes was gone. No message or note, but all her possessions taken. It was only then that I realised how little I knew about her beyond Tawse Hall. She had spoken of family in Lodz but in no detail. She had gone to see friends in London on her days off, but I never asked where. The servants seemed to know nothing either. William had spent an awful lot of time with her but could not give us anything to go on.’

‘Did you speak to the Police?’

‘Yes, but they were not interested, Polish girl leaves job suddenly did not register high on their list of priorities. That was my second failing, I should have known more, made it my business to. If I had done that maybe she would have turned to me rather than running away.’

‘Louise, my friend, I know you and love you. Please do not take this the wrong way. You are a wonderful woman but you run you household in a very particular way, it is quite possible that the girl decided it was no longer for her. I am sure braver people than her have gone out of their way not to confront you.’

‘No, I thought of that, but no, that is not how she was. Anyway, I employed this sleazy detective chap to find her. He came highly recommended but I am not sure he is just taking my money and using it as an excuse to tour the fetish joints and brothels of London. He just does not seem to be getting anywhere. I am so worried about her.’

The two women talked until it was time for Louise to go. They parted with a hug. Once Louise and gone Gemma picked up her phone and made a few calls. She was relieved by what she had heard but she needed t o make sure.

Back a Tawse Hall there had been plenty of tears that afternoon. As Welt had led Lisa towards the kitchen he felt so sorry for her, but was not about to disobey his mistress.

‘What an earth inspired you to start smoking in Mistresses rooms? At all even?’

‘I wasn’t smoking, it wasn’t me. I found them.’

Welt had seen enough girls being punished to know that there would be all sorts of denials and pleading so did not pay much attention.

‘You were caught red handed girl.’

‘You must believe me Mr Welt; I went back to the bedroom to get Mistresses things ready for the afternoon. I could smell something funny. I went to the bathroom, and by the window was an ashtray with a lighted cigarette and a packet. I had never seen them before.’

‘Enough of this nonsense Lisa. They did not get their by magic. I was with Mrs Scolding and Shona in the kitchen. It is a second floor room. Nobody else could have got there. You may as well own up and take it like an adult.’ The words were stern but his voice betrayed his concern. But he toughened up when he got the kitchen. Shona, William and Mrs Scolding were there pretending to be nonchalant. News travels fast at Tawse Hall.

‘Ok Lisa, on display. Take that chair place it in the corner, then kneel on it facing the wall, hands on head. Stay there, without a peep until Mrs Scolding calls you to set out the tea.’

Lisa looked round the room with those pleading eyes for somebody to rescue her but nobody did. William was smirking, Shona would not look at her and Mrs Scolding just shook her head and tutted.

‘Smoking in Mistresses rooms, silly silly girl.’

Ok Shona. You are to take over as personal Maid until Saturday. Lisa will work with Mrs Scolding.

‘Oh thank you Mr Welt.’ Shona gave a curtsy.

‘It is Mistresses order not my doing. And William if you don’t get your lazy arse back out into that garden I will make space for you here next to Lisa.’

William muttered something but did as he was told, taking a long look at Lisa, drinking in her lovely reddened bottom as he backed out the door.

‘Be careful when you sit down Lisa.’

When the others had gone Mrs Scolding came and sat next to Lisa with a tub of cream.

‘It is called natures kiss girl. It will help bring out the bruise quickly. You are going to need all the help you can get before Friday.’

Gently she rubbed the cream into Lisa’s spanked bottom. Lisa initially shuddered as the cool cream went on but then it began to warm. Mrs Scolding then reached between Lisa’s legs and put a little of the cream there. Lisa gasped with its gentle burn. Mrs Scolding continued to rub.

‘You are a pretty one Lisa, but you will need to learn to stay out of trouble. That’s a good girl.’ Mrs Scolding was now working her hand hard against her, occasionally smacking Lisa’s bottom. At first Lisa did not respond but soon could not hold back, pushing against Mrs Scoldings' hand, sticking that bottom out.

‘You are a randy little bitch aren’t you? Well this is the treatment you need. Mrs Scolding was now breathing quickly.

‘You dirty little whore, bitch.

Ooohhhhhhhh.

Lisa came, and with the orgasm more tears. She was exposed.