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.