Happy Christmans and a Prosperous New Year

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

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.’

‘

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.

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.