Thanks all of you who came here this year to read my tale. I will be resuming the story in the new year. Until then best wishes to all of you.
Lots of love
Lisa xx
Tawse Hall
Tawse Hall is a place in my head and heart where I build my dreams. A place full of naughty thoughts of spanking, caning and humiliation.
Thursday 22 December 2011
Monday 14 November 2011
Missing Maid - Chapter 8
The
Missing Maid
A
Tawse Hall Mystery
By
Lisa
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Julius tried to manage his
fear. Bastion had made it clear who he held responsible for the fuck up with
Agnes, and that if Julius did not sort the matter out he would pay the price.
Bastion’s style would have been comic if it had not been meant in such deadly
earnest. He seemed to cultivate a James Bond villain demeanour, minus the white
cat, but with extra menace.
‘Julius, I have been good to
you. You have become very rich, have I not provided for you?’
‘Of course Bastion, and I
will get this sorted out, but I have made money for you as well.’
‘Without my patronage you and
your gang of hooligans would have been wiped off the face of the earth the
moment you poked you dirty snouts out of your sewer. When you accepted the
snakehead ring from me you knew what that meant.’
Julius looked down, that
silver band that chained them together.
‘Look, it is Horse, she has
gone crazy, and I don’t know what she is doing. Please Bastion, just give me
the time, and I will get it sorted.’
‘I asked you to get Agnes back;
I told you that she was to be returned unharmed. If you gave that job to a
psychopath that was a grave error of judgement. You will clear up this mess,
and maybe if you do a decent enough job I will not take everything you have
from you. Do you understand Julius, do you understand?’
‘Yes Bastion.’
‘By the way, have you spoken
to Connie today?’
Hearing his wife’s name! No
Bastion could not.
‘What the hell are you doing?
Connie is nothing to do with this, leave her alone.’
‘You bring back the thing
that is precious to me and all will be fine.’
The mobile went dead. Julius
was crazy with fear now. Rohrstock was going to harm Connie over some Polish
whore. For god’s sake, what a man. He did not doubt for one second that he
would follow through on his threats.
‘Hi this is Connie F cannot
speak right now but leave a mess...’
‘Hi this is the Ferrule
Family, we aren’t around right now but...’
Just answer phones.
He started up the engine and
hit the gas, he needed to get home. He needed help and needed to call in
favours. Favours from the Woolwich Boys, Tblock, Catford Wildcats, the Muslim
boys form Poplar. If Rohrstock hurt Connie and came for him there was going to
be fucking carnage. Fuck Horse, fuck her. Violence is bad for business but if
it was going to come down to it Julius was not afraid of a war. He had worked
hard for what he had and no fucking German cunt or psycho bitch was going to
take that. And nobody was going to harm Connie without him having the cunt tracked
down and him taking them apart, piece by shitty piece. What about the Organization? What about Howard?
Julius was making plans, thinking hard as he gunned the Cayenne through the
streets, and out into to country. He did what he always did with he needed to
organise, he called Eustace.
‘Meet me at my gaff E; it’s
all getting fucked up.’
It was going to be a long
long night.
‘You are disgusting little
bitch aren’t you? The Horse Mistress was back in Agnes’ cell. It stank now,
even though the guards had hosed it down. Agnes was desperate and shivering.
‘Why am I here, why are you
hurting me?’
‘The horses are as they say
on the track. My little picture of you will have put raised the temperature a
little. You see you little bitch; I know something that nobody else around here
knows. I know who the fuck you really are. You are just shit, but shit that
powerful people will pay for.’
Agnes said nothing, just
stared trying not flinch. As long as they thought she was just some trafficked
woman, some run away whore there was a relative safety. But..... No, don’t
think about it, say nothing.
Horse was swaggering around
the cell. ‘You know what; I am going to get that little arse of yours washed. Then
I think you will benefit from a whipping.’ Swoosh; Horse lashed the air with
her crop.
‘I love whipping women. I
love whipping anyone to be honest. Love to hear them cry, watch them squirm,
listen to them beg as the fiery red stripes start to sing. I whip buttocks,
thighs, breasts and backs. But what I really love is having a pretty young
woman to whip.’ She paused and pulled a clown like sad face.
‘It is mostly fat old men who
pay me to give them that kind of treatment, with their wrinkly little dicks, scrawl
bottoms and beer bellies.‘ She spat the ground and then her red lips formed
into a big evil smile.
‘But now I have you, and in a
manner of speaking I am going to be paid an awful lot in return for whipping
you.’ The voice was full of glee and spite. One sharp clap and the guards came back
in. ‘Let's clean the dirty bitch and then you can bring her to meet my whipping
frame.’
The women unlocked the cuffs
and pulled Agnes to her feet, but quickly cuffed her again with her hands
behind her head. She tried to struggle but the hands that held her were strong
and she quickly secured to the bench.
‘Oh I like it, don’t you my
dear? You have been hosed by my girls now we are going to give you the kind of
wash inside that you have needed for a long time. ‘ Rough hands pulled Agnes’
knees back and legs apart, leaving her buttocks spread wide and her little
arsehole on display. ‘
‘My Dear, relax it will be an
awful lot less uncomfortable if you do.’ It was then that Agnes got to see what
was about to happen. A guard had brought
in an enema on a stand, and Horse had it in her a plastic gloved hand. She dabbed
a little cold lube on Agnes’ hole then offered up the pipe. It made her flinch.
‘That’s it bitch let it in.’
Agnes squealed as the greased tube slipped into her anus. Just another ghastly
humiliation, as she felt the warm soapy water fill her.
‘That’s it, keep it in. If
you do well I may not whip you quite so hard this time. Feel it cleaning you
out.’
It was hard to describe the
feeling, the sensation was even pleasant as it came in but holding the water in
was becoming uncomfortable. When the bag was empty, Horse slowly withdrew the
tube.
‘Hold it all in Agnes, one
spilled drop and it will be the worse for you. Bring her up ladies.’
The guards let go of Agnes
legs. Now she had had enough, fuck it. As they pulled her to her feet she let
go, letting the water pour out all over the floor and over the women holding
her. She was going to pay for this, but she was not going to comply any more.
There were curses and shouts of anger from the women. One punched her hard in
the stomach and slapped her face.
She could hear Horse
laughing. ‘Bad luck girls, drag her to the yard and tie her to the frame. You
can have the pleasure of hearing her scream and beg.’
A bag was pulled over her
head, and all was black.
Howard passed his I phone to
Auntie. She looked at the picture. It was the same as the one Julius and Rohrstock
had received, a young woman naked and handcuffed.
‘Not looking good Auntie.
This woman, the Horse Mistress has gone off piste. She was meant to deliver the
girl to Ferrule and in turn back to Rohrstock, but seems to have decided to do
her own thing. Ferrule knows he has a problem so was willing to talk to me. My
guess is he hopes he will be able to spin it to his advantage at some stage. ‘
Auntie sat back her chair,
blowing on the tea in its fine china cup. ‘She is brave if nothing else. I
would not deliberately provoke that pair. Unless there was a lot of money and I
knew there was somewhere I could go forever and never be found. Why strip and
abuse the girl? What is the next move?’
Howard was tired, his boss
was asking him to think and right now he was out of thinking space. ‘I have
heard about this ‘Horse Mistress’ in my travels on the scene. I think she is a
proper ticking bomb. She is violent sexual sadist. Given power over Agnes she
just cannot help herself, it is just too arousing for her to hold back. People
who have made the mistake of upsetting her get hurt, but none talk to the
authorities. Too many difficult questions. She must have got form, but we
cannot find out any real bio. What is her real name? Where does she come from?
No clues. She has an upper crust English accent, which does not mean she is
either upper crust or English.’
Auntie pondered this. ‘But
Agnes has one thing going for her. She has a value alive she does not have
dead. Julius is desperate to find the girl and he is short of leads. He knows
where we stand, our hands are empty too. So the only actors in this game who
are unaccounted for apart from Horse herself are the mob at Tawse Hall.’
‘Louise Strict has never
opened up to me fully, but I think she knows more about Agnes than she lets on.
She is clearly very concerned for her welfare, in a way that goes beyond being
bothered about a member of staff, even one she might be sharing a bed with. Rohrstock
or Ferrule is going to want to close off that loose end. My guess is that this
Horse knows what she is dealing with and realises she is playing for high
stakes.’
Auntie tipped the sugar bowl
onto the table, letting the cubes spill out. ‘Ok Howard this is where we stand.
There is the girl, there is Horse. The heart of the inferno. She picked up two
cubes with her long fingers, fingers that ended in perfectly manicured nails.
She placed the cubes deliberately in the centre of a pad.
‘Then here are you, and here
is Louise strict. That is the side of the angels shall we say. On the other is Rohrstock, the side of the
Devils. Now, Julius is a Devil, but he may be ripe for conversion, because if
he cannot get the girl back, or does not believe he can......... You get hold
of Julius and tell him I want to talk. I am off to Tawse Hall; I need to meet
this lady.’
‘Oh that is one perfectly caned
bottom, and richly richly deserved.’ Mrs Scolding cooed as she rubbed cream
into Lisa’s heavily marked buttocks. ‘You were both lucky not to get a
birching. I have attended to one or two birched bottoms over the years and I
can assure you that a few strokes of the birch and you would be begging for the
cane. ‘William was in the opposite corner of the kitchen serving his time on
display, with that ridiculous cage still around his cock. He had been caned
just as hard as Lisa but had had to endure 3 with the tawse on each hand. ‘The thief’s
tariff, ‘as Ms Strict has said. Lisa remembered feeling the weight of that
tawse on her first day, and knew that three with that on the bare palm was
serious pain.
Lisa’s bottom was so sore and
her eyes red from crying but she was staring intently at William. What had made
him do something so so nasty to hurt her? What had she done to deserve it? Yes
he had been severely punished, yes Ms Strict had made him kneel and beg her for
forgiveness, but why did he hate her so much? Lisa was desperate now to get to
William and speak to him alone. Ms Strict had been clear that once the
punishment has been administered the slate was wiped clean and that if there
were any attempts at retaliation from either side they would both be in very
hot water. Right now Lisa knew too much about what that hot water felt like to
want to take too many risks.
Shona seemed to be finding
excuses walk through the kitchen, and linger longer than she needed to. Mr Welt
had gone off for the afternoon.
Mrs Scolding gave Lisa a
hearty slap on the bottom. ‘That’s you girl, you are free to go to your room and
finish your weeping there.’
But Lisa did not go to her
room. She had no more weeping to do. Ms Strict had forgiven her now, and she
would soon be back at her side serving her again. No, this was not the time for
weeping, but it was the time for some answers. Quietly she slipped out. She
took her knickers off, and lifted her skirt to let some cool air on to her
burning bottom. Then carefully, unobserved she sneaked to Williams hut, let
herself in and waited. He was bound to come there, and she would have him.
With Welt away, it was Shona
who answered the front door late that afternoon to a tall, elegant Asian woman
in her late 30’s.
‘Good afternoon, I am Meena
Rathi. Your Mistress is expecting me.’
‘
Monday 7 November 2011
Missing Maid - Chapter 7
The
Missing Maid
A
Tawse Hall Mystery
By
Lisa
Chapter
7
Chapter 7
Friday was
beautiful and warm but everyone at Tawse Hall was a bit tense because of what
might befall Lisa later. Some felt sorry for her, Mr Welt had a growing fondness
for the girl but most were hoping that it would be a public flogging, to give a
bit of spectacle. Public beatings were very rare, Ms Strict generally believed
that punishment was a private matter. However if there was a serious offence,
and one where a wider message needed to be sent out, then she would deliver the
beating in the walled garden in front of the whole household. She knew that
this was arousing for some, but also few would actually want to be in the
miscreants place, so the message would be received regardless. Fantasy is a
wonderful thing when it comes to the cane. Reality bites very hard indeed.
Where is a man’s
breaking point, when does he know enough is enough? William was probably the
second gloomiest person in the house. He hated his sexual desire; he was so
ashamed of what he had allowed himself to do just for Shona’s caress. Yes, she
made love to him like no other woman, but what he had to endure in return was
too much. What he was going to have to do today was terrible, but Shona had
spelt out in no uncertain terms that he had no choice. She had been cruel, she
was loving how much this tormented him, how much he had to fight between his
desire for her and his what remained of his moral compass. For her he took
slaps, he took abuse, he surrendered the right to enjoy his own body. For her
he would let an innocent girl be beaten, for her he had let another man use
him. But still she was pushing him further, and using that horrible film.
‘William, you
have no choice. You fulfil your part of the deal or everyone in the village
will get to see this.’ He could not look at the screen of Shona’s mobile, the
video of him kneeling at Kevin’s feet. Sucking Kevin’s cock as Shona’s voice in
the background tease and abused him. ‘Do you want the whole pub to know that you
suck cock Billy boy? If you don’t then you have to fulfil your side of the bargain.’
How had he been
so fucking stupid? He wept with frustration at his own weakness. He had to get
away from Shona now; she was eating him, eating him from the inside out. But
what else could he do apart from what
she demanded. Nobody must ever see that film.
Mrs Scolding
laughed at Lisa’s her ashen face. ‘It is going to get a lot worse before it
gets any better my girl. Maybe she will be generous as you are new.’ She said it
in a way that made it clear Lisa could expect no mercy. Lisa was sent to clean
and prepare the guest rooms, there would be visitors shortly and things had to
be perfect. She was glad, it got her away from everyone, she was sick with fear
and their comments just made it so much worse.
It was so important to be brave, but she could not imagine how terrible
it would be to be caned in public. The shame of her bare bottom being on show,
the inevitable telling off and then whatever time on display afterwards, let
alone the pain of the caning itself.
Welt was on his
guard. There was some petty theft going on in the house. Some alcohol and food
was going missing. He was responsible for the stores and the Mistress was
always thorough when she checked the accounts with him. He knew how intolerant
of sloppy work she could be. Jacob Welt had been part of Louise Strict’s
household longer than anyone. His private thoughts were not known to anyone but
he was always absolutely loyal to his Mistress. For him here serving Louise
Strict was where he wanted to be, but was also a hard life. His love for his
Mistress was absolute, a devotion that he could not put into words. Her
acknowledgement of his good work could make his day, the thought that he had
let her down could leave him barely consolable. But he knew that however much
she valued him he would never have her love. Not in the way he would have
wanted. Jacob Welt, knew about duty and service. He had served in the Royal
Marines and fought and killed for his country. But now he had found his role
and nobody was going to steal from his Mistress, not one penny.
He had noticed William seemed to be hanging
around the kitchen and shooed him away. He was therefore very surprised to spot the man sneaking back in half
an hour later. His initial thought was to
grab him and thrash him for his disobedience, but something made him
hang back, to observe from a distance. William carefully reached under the
fridge and pulled something out, a key? Then
furtively he made his way towards the door by the pantry. He was going
to the cellar. Maybe 5 minutes passed then he reappeared holding a bottle of
wine. Again Welt restrained himself from jumping in, because something very odd
happened. Rather than making off with his booty William opened the wine and
poured it through a funnel into a plastic water bottle. Why would anyone do
that? Then he crept out of the kitchen with both the empty wine bottle and the
plastic bottle. Welt followed, keeping his distance.
Louise was in
her study. She had taken the punishment book from the draw and collected the
senior cane from the cupboard. She knew that some members of the staff,
particularly Shona, would want to see Lisa caned and had no intention of giving
them that satisfaction, but boy the girl needed to learn a lesson. The kind of
lesson that 18 strokes from the senior girls cane can give. She had already
sent a note via Welt that Lisa should report to her study at 1.00pm so the girl
would know what was about to happen. How
would she take it? Suddenly there were raised voices in the hall snapped her
out of her musings.
‘Shona, find out
want on earth is going on.’
Moments later
the commotion burst through the door of the study. Mr Welt had William bent
double, frog marching him. The lad was bawling and shouting, begging to be let
go, cursing and swearing, they were followed in by a now worried looking Shona.
‘Mr Welt what on
earth is going on.’
‘Tell him to let
me go!’ William bellowed.
Thwack, the cane
came down on the leather bound punishment book. ‘Silence’, then in a softer tone, ‘May we have some order, Mr
Welt please explain what is going on.’
‘Ma’am, there
have been some thefts of late. I have been keeping an eye out and this morning
spotted this creature stealing wine from your seller.
‘No, he is lying.’
Silence William
or I will cane you here and now for your insolence regardless of what else you
may or may not have done. But Mr Welt you can let the boy up, he is not
going to run away. You are not going to run away are you William.?’
‘No, no Ma’am.’
‘Good, carry on
Welt.’
‘As I said he
sneaked into your cellar using a spare key. I don’t know where he got it, and
that is something I mean to find out, but he had it, and here it is.’ Welt held
up a tarnished Yale key on a string. ‘But there is far worse Ma’am. I finally
caught him coming down a ladder from young Lisa’s room. Upon investigation he
had planted the empty bottle amongst her things. The only thing I can construe
is that he meant her to take the blame for his thefts. Despicable wretch.’
‘William,
explain yourself.’
The boy seemed
to be lost for words, he kept looking at Shona who was brandishing her mobile
phone. ‘I am sure William meant no harm Ma’am.’ She offered.
‘Shona, can you
cast any light on this?’ Louise snapped at her.
‘No, Ma’am.’
Shona shrunk back. Louise noticed that Williams gaze seemed rather focused on
Shona’s phone, but then he straightened.
‘Ma’am, I stole
the wine so I could drink it later. I did not want to get caught with the
bottle. I thought even if Lisa found it in her room she would not tell anyone.
I have stolen, but I was not trying to get anyone else in trouble.’
Louise thought
for am moment, her eyes running along the three faces in front of her. Welt
looking at William with cold fury, Shona trying to be invisible and William,
tears rolling down his cheeks. It gave her no pleasure but she would need to be
firm.
‘William. You
have admitted stealing from me. You enjoy good pay here and considerably more
security than you would find anywhere else. So to say that I am disappointed in
you is a huge understatement. It also looks very much like you were trying to
pass off your crime by getting another member of staff blamed. Because Mr Welt
caught you, I do not know for certain but this is how it looks. Given that Lisa
is already in considerable trouble your actions were downright evil.’
Louise explained
the rules of the house, he could leave now forever of take her punishment.
William knew that leaving without a
reference would mean no new job, swallowed hard and accepted her punishment.
Louise dismissed Welt and Shona.
‘Take off your
trousers and underpants boy.’ With William stood in front of her in his shirt tails
she could not restrain herself from laughing. ‘Who put that thing on you?’
William looked
down at the chastity cage and blushed a deep, deep red.
One pm came.
Lisa was unaware of all that had been going on. She looked at the note, it
simply told her to wait on the bench outside Ms Strict’s study. Time ticked by.
There were sounds from inside, but she could not make out what they were. She
had deliberately gone to the toilet before coming for fear of embarrassing
herself with fright but could feel the
need to go again. The clock ticked its slow rhythm.
After 20 minutes
the call came, and nervously she got to her feet, smoothing her uniform and
straightening the seams of her stocking before she went in. She did not want to
give Ms Strict any further reason for displeasure. The sight before her stopped her in her tracks. The office was
familiar, except facing one wall was a small desk, with a wooden chair. Sat in
the chair was William, he was naked and it was obvious that against the slats
of that hard wooden chair was his heavily caned bottom. He looked up as she
came in, his eyes filling with tears but quickly returned his eyes to the desk
where he was writing with an old fashioned dipping pen. Behind her desk say Ms
Strict, with her punishment book and that hideous senior cane.
‘Stand in front
of my desk girl.’
‘This has not
been a happy week for Tawse Hall. As you will have seen I have just had to
discipline a thief. He is currently writing 500 times, ‘I am a dirty thief who
deserved to be caned.’ The reason I have kept him here is so that you could see
what a pathetic creature he is. I hope you will show more courage in taking
your medicine. Also, William wants to apologise to you. William!
The man got to
his feet, and stepped forward eyes cast to the floor, despite his efforts Lisa
could see the cage around his cock but his ardour was much dampened now. She
was terrified and now completely bewildered about what was going on.
‘William, you
have something to say to Lisa.’
It was a barely
audible mumble. Louise got up, and coming behind him gave William 3 hard smacks
on the back of his thighs. ‘Speak up, she can’t hear you!’
‘I am sorry
Lisa, I hid an empty bottle in your room so that you would get the blame if
anyone noticed and not me for stealing it.’ He turned round and went back to the
seat, the angry cane marks on his bottom were very visible. His misery gave no comfort to
Lisa.
‘Now, girl to
you.’ Again Louise explained Lisa’s choices, pack and leave now or accept her
punishment. For Lisa there was no real choice, she had nowhere else to go, even
if she had wanted to. She gave her answer.
‘Lisa, I am pleased.
You have richly earned this caning but I am very glad you have decided to
remain part of this household. Once you have had your medicine the slate is
wiped clean. Tomorrow you will resume your duties with me as my personal Maid.
I am sure Shona is disappointed but that is my
decision. Remove your dress and knickers and then return to the front of
my desk.’ Lisa, knew this drill and slipped out of her things quickly and
folded them.
Louise was
drinking in the sight before her, the black stockings, the neat bush of hair,
rising past a smooth flat belly, up to a black bra, and a pair of firm breasts.
And soon she would be bent over for her. She was breathing hard as the girl
shuddered. She looked closely now at the girls face hoping to see the moment she
would crumble, when she heard her sentence.
‘Lisa, you know
what you did. I will forgive you but you have to pay a heavy price. I know you
are new here and are not familiar with the cane. I have taken these things into
account. Louise paused, You will receive
18 strokes of the cane.’ Yes she could see the girl dissolve into tears, her
hands over her face. ‘Tears will do you no good now Lisa.’
Louise stood up
having completed the entry into the punishment book and picked up the senior
cane. ‘Bend over the desk girl, rest on your elbows and stick that bottom out,
right out.’ What a bottom it was. Louise ran her hand over its smooth curves,
and enjoyed seeing the girl shudder. ‘Feet two feet apart please.’ Oh yes,
Louise could now take in the beauty of Lisa’s sex. But there was work to be
done. ‘Steady yourself girl.’ After a few preparatory taps Louise raised the cane and delivered 6 hard
strokes in rapid succession. Lisa’s howls of pain filled the room. She jumped up
holding her blazing bottom, hopping from one foot to the other.
‘Please Ma’am
that hurt so much!’
‘Back down Lisa,
and don’t you dare get up again without my permission. If you do we will start
over again.’ Louise took a few moments to take in the lovely red stripes that
were forming on that smooth white bum. Despite the rapid fire delivery the
strokes were well placed across the centre of Lisa’s lovely bottom. Louise had
been shown this way of caning by an old nun. It is cruel because it meant the
next blow falls before the effects of the first have subsided leading to a
tidal wave of pain that storms from the poor victim’s bottom, through the whole
of her body. Those nuns could be nasty when they wanted to be.
‘Good girl Lisa,
now steady yourself again.’ Louise noticed with pleasure how Lisa’s bottom
clenched and unclenched in anticipation of the next salvo. Again 6 strokes,
quick fire.
Owwww nooo owow.
Lisa was hopping on the spot but this time stayed in position. Louise inspected
the damage, and noticed that Lisa’s sex was showing some signs of interest. She
reached down. ‘Hmmmm, you seem to be getting something out of this. Never
mind.’ Louise had a nasty trick up her sleeve for the final 6. She was going
for the space between the tops of Lisa’s stockings and her bottom. That would
have her jumping.
‘The final six
girl, and these are going to hurt.’ Whick,
whick, whick, whick, whick, whick. The stokes came fast again, Lisa was bawling
now.
Please stop,
please stop Ma’am, I will do as I am told, I will obey the rules, please.’
Lisa’s hands went to the back for her punished thighs. Louis thought about
punishing her for getting out of position but she look so cute, but over
holding onto her caned bottom that Louise was happy to leave it at that. Slowly
she walked back to the desk and put the cane down.
‘That’s it Lisa,
the slate is wiped clean. Come to me.’ Louise wrapped the weeping girl in her
arms and comforted her.
Monday 31 October 2011
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.
Friday 28 October 2011
Monday 24 October 2011
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.
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