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.