Missing Maid- Chapter 2

The Missing Maid

A Tawse Hall Mystery

By

Lisa

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

William was looking forward to a nice quiet cup of tea in his shed. It was hard work in the grounds at this time of year. If anyone had been interested he would have told them he needed an extra pair of hands. Nobody did, least of all Ms Strict. William’s idea of hard work and his Mistresses’ were some way apart.

As he approached he could see the door was slightly ajar. He knew straight away who was inside even before he smelt the cigarette smoke. He tried to suppress the knot of excitement with a play of fake nonchalance.

‘Afternoon Shona, you don’t want to get caught doing that. You know how Ma’am hates smoking or are you getting a taste for that senior girls cane?’

‘Fuck off William, it is your fault I got it last Friday, my arse still hurts.’ Shona was leaning against the wall of the shed looking deeply glum as she sucked on her cigarette. ‘I should not have let you convince me to wear those pink lace panties.’

William laughed. He wanted to be a bit sympathetic but found Shona so funny when she was in this kind of mood.  ‘I was your own fault. You knew the penalty for not wearing the correct uniform is only 2 strokes of the junior cane. It was you who made a massive fuss. What were you thinking of telling Ma’am that you would not raise your skirt for inspection?’

Squirming and pulling a face Shona started pacing around the shed. ‘And that new slag has arrived today. And that bitch, the Cook, made me show her my caned bottom! I could see on her face it scared the living daylights out of her. Good, she better get used to it. She will be in the study every fucking Friday if I have anything to do with it.’

‘Come on Shona, having another girl your age here will be fun. You are just jealous.’

‘Too right I am jealous. I have been here 18 months slaving away for that shit of a cook, cleaning, doing all sorts. I should have been asked. I should have at least been given the chance to be the personal Maid. Instead they have fetched in some little bitch from London, who will be trying to Lord it over me sooner or later, just like the last one did.’

‘Well we will have to make sure that Ma’am starts to think a little better of you and a little less well of....what’s her name..

‘Lisa, Lisa Lyons.’ Shona said it with a fake posh voice that sounded nothing like Lisa’s.

William picked up the cigarette packet and smiled. ‘We will have to make sure little Lisa Lyons does not have that comfortable a stay.’

Shona sat back on a pile of logs, her knees slightly apart. William felt his pulse start to rise as Shona began to pull her skirt up. For a moment he had worried that she had just come to moan. But no, she wanted him after all. Maybe today he would be allowed to fuck her again.

‘Get on your knees you cunt.’ William loved the sound of Shona’s voice when she got nasty. Her skirt now around her waist slowly opened her stocking clad legs. Then she brought up her knees so that William could see her gaping pussy with its neat bush of ginger hair, he could also see those lovely cane marks all over her bottom and thighs.

‘Suck me you cunt.’

You really are a foul mouthed Scottish bitch aren’t you?’

Shona slapped him hard in the face. ‘I said suck me you fucking cunt.’

William dropped to his knees a buried his face in her, sucking at her pearl. She grabbed his hair and pulled him onto her. Yes, that is it, suck hard. If you please me you might get lucky William.’

‘Oh please, I want to fuck you, I have too. I have been waiting weeks.’
‘Make me come hard and we can talk about it.’ Oh yes she like this. She knew what was going on with Will's fat cock beneath his overalls. She knew just how desperate he would be. And she was going to enjoys this. She loved seeing that eager pleading look in his eyes.
She pulled his face back between her legs. His Tongue working so hard, but she still pulled him harder onto her pussy, rubbing his face in her hot juices.
‘That's it bitch, suck me, suck me you cunt. If you don’t please me you will never get to fuck me again. Yes Will, that’s it, what I want from you.’ Harder he went. Now she clamped her stocking clan legs his head, now she was coming, now. She thrashed around on the woodpile feeling the rough timber against her skin.
‘Christ, give it to me, yes.’  She gave a final shudder, and then pushed him back. William pulled down his overall, reveal what was below. ‘Please, please let me fuck your pussy now!’
Oh Shona loved this, seeing him standing there, and she had complete control. He was so pathetically desperate. She was going to make him earn his fuck.
‘You liked seeing my caned bottom didn’t you, you like seeing me hurt. ‘She spat the word with real venom.  ‘And you ripped my stockings you worthless shit.’
‘I am sorry Shona.’
‘You will by me a new pair.’
‘Yes Shona.’
Her legs were wide apart, as she gently stoked her pussy, now soaked from her own come and Will's sucking.
‘You are shit at oral. Why should I let you come?’ She was talking in a soft, teasing voice now as she slide his overall down and played with the small key that hung on the chain around her neck.

‘Shona, please you promised me.’

‘Oh William it is wonderful, if a woman can take control of a man’s cock she takes control of everything.  Pathetic.’
She had complete control because Will's cock was safely locked away in its little plastic chastity cage, and Shona had the key.

‘It must hurt like hell?’ She laughed as she squeezed his balls.
‘Yes Shona, please let me fuck you, I will pay for you stockings.’
Oh that pleading face and voice. Do pathetic but so arousing, and that fat cock trapped in its little cage. Shona was so wet, she wanted fucking hard but loved teasing Will and herself.

It had been so easy to get him to accept a little chastity. There was not much action going on around this neck of woods. She knew how sexy she was, how William wanted her. So give him the fuck of his life, then.... Then explain that if he wants to ever experience it again he has to wear the cage. She felt so hot when she thought back to that night when she had presented it and the deal to him. Watching William’s macho bluster dissolve in front of her. He just wanted it far too badly to say no. Of course he imagined that little cage would be coming off a lot more often that Shona planned. If he was going to get his oats then she was going to take full advantage.
‘I do not think it is just the stockings you should pay for. If you want to fuck me you are going to have to pay.’ Oh that look of horror on his face, she loved it.
‘You are not going to get to use me as your whore for free. £50 now Will, plus £10 for the stockings, get it now!’
He hesitated, but she could tell from the straining against the cage that he would comply.
Just to name sure she turned, sticking out her bottom, framing her wet pussy between its caned cheeks. Then putting her hand over it.
‘Get the money now you tight cunt, and you can have me.’
He rushed to his little tin.
 Slowly she drew the tiny key for the little lock on the cage.
‘Now you are not going to come too fast are you? You must not come till you have satisfied me. If you do you will be locked back up in your cage for a very long time. Understand?’
He was clearly desperate and right now would have agreed to just about anything. Shona too was now desperate to release the beast from its cage.

With a little click the padlock came free, and Wills cock burst out. Long, fat and just so fucking hard. Part of Shona wanted to wank him, she knew that we would pop in no time but she wanted to feel that cock inside her too much.

‘Come on Will give it to me, come on!’ He threw himself on her fucking with long hard stokes with. His erection was like iron. Shona sank her nails deep into his bottom cheeks.

Now he threw her legs over his shoulders and pushed in deep, working it in her. ‘That’s it you cunt, fuck me hard, hard.’

There was sweat pouring of Will’s tight muscular body as he worked. She loved this, yes; his cock was catching the spot, just where she wanted it. Legs clamped around Will’s waist, arms around her shoulders she came.

‘Come now Will, come now.’

Her pussy spasmed around him as he came inside her. He let out a long moan, his face buried in her hair.

Then he lay there still on top of her until his now spent cock slipped out. ‘Thank you Shona.’ His voice was quiet and small.

Before he could think to complain she slipped the little cage back on and clicked the lock shut with her key. Straightening her skirt, she kissed him gently like a mother kissing a child good night then left. Left William sitting in his shed wondering how he had got into this situation and not entirely sure he wanted a way out.

Lisa’s head was spinning. Mrs Scolding had told her to wait to be called but nearly 10 minutes had passed. She knew that from the clock slowly ticking in the hall. Should she knock on the door? She shifted on the bench. There seemed t o be a lot of talk about corporal punishment in Tawse Hall, and having seen all those horrid stripes on Shona’s bottom she knew it was not all talk. Better wait to be called.

What would Ms Strict be like? She realised that she had no idea about her new employer, how old she was, what she might look like. She guessed a middle aged woman, but found it hard to visualise her. Would she be glamorous, a stern matron, a tough careers woman? This new world was just so full of things she did not yet know or understand.

After an age she heard a voice, strong, clear coming through the door.  A voice of authority.

‘Come.’

Lisa’s hands were shaking has she turned the brass knob on the door and pushed it open. She stood there for a second, taking in what was before her. The room was large and warm. Sunlight in the late afternoon was streaming through big sash windows. The room was very neat and ordered. All the furniture seemed antique. Lisa would not have known antique from DFS but she presumed it was antique. The walls lined with books.

At the far end of the room was the biggest desk Lisa had ever seen. Behind it sat a woman. A large handsome woman, middle aged yes but somebody who retained the striking looks of her youth. She exuded a power and self belief. This was a woman who was in complete control of herself and her world.

‘Stand there.’ The woman pointed to a spot about 6 feet in front of the desk. The voice was direct, neither friendly nor unfriendly. She was studying Lisa’s letter of application, then Lisa herself. Slowly she closed the file on her desk and addressed Lisa directly.

‘Good afternoon Lisa. As I am sure you realise I am Louise Strict your mistress in this house. You may address me as Ma’am.’

‘Yes Ma’am. Lisa’s voice felt thin and weak.

‘And as my servant I expect you to curtsy when you greet me.’

‘Yes Ma’am.’ Lisa did the best curtsy she could muster. It felt very strange.

‘Now the first thing is that you are dressed properly then I will explain your duties. Please take off your clothes.’

Lisa looked around. ‘Is there somewhere for me to get changed?’

‘Lisa, as my personal Maid you will become familiar with my body, therefore I see no reason for you to be shy about yours. Undress where you are.’ The voice was firm but not unkind. Lisa wanted to argue but not for the first time that day she decided against it. She quietly put her clothes in a large basket that seemed to be there for the purpose.

‘Lisa, I said undress.’ The tone was sharper now. Lisa looked down; she only had her bra and pants on.  Surely Ms Strict did not mean...

‘Yes Lisa, naked.’

The girl unclipped her bra and slipped it onto the pile of clothes. She could not remember ever feeling this naked before, but somehow it was natural. Then after a deep breath she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her knickers. She pulled them down quickly, almost as if to stop her changing her mind halfway through. Lisa stood trying to cover herself.

‘Hands by your sides’ girl!’

Ms Strict now got up from behind the desk and began to walk around, inspecting her, thinking out loud.

‘Mmm nice small firm breasts, flat stomach, good legs. No tattoo’s I see. Good. Only sluts have tattoos.'  Oh yes a nice plump bottom.’ Ms Strict seemed to pause there.

‘Bend over Lisa and touch your toes. Come on girl, feet 2 feet apart.’ Lisa now blushed a deep shade of red. As she bent forward she was not only showing Ms Strict her bottom but her sex. What really made her blush was that something about this ritual had started a tingle in her tummy that had started to warm her between the legs. What if Ms Strict noticed? That would be so embarrassing.

Ms Strict spent a long time taking what was in front of her but did not say anything. Lisa thought she could hear her breathing more heavily now though. She dared not look round but was certain that Ms Strict's eyes were feasting on her.

‘Ok Lisa, stand up. Your uniform is on the table over there. Spare sets are waiting for you in your room. Please get dressed now.’

 Lisa inspected the pile of clothes. It was the kind of uniform she had seen in plenty of TV dramas, black with a white frill and a white cap. There had been an oldie worldie tea room in the high street near her parents’ house once where the waitresses wore this kind of thing. She was surprised that underwear was also provided, but she remembered the conversation with Shona and Mrs Scolding about ‘regulation knickers’. The knickers were simple black, with black stockings and suspender belt. All plain except the stocking had a seam down the back.

Lisa got dressed as quickly as she could; taking a quick look in the mirror to make sure the cap was straight.

‘Not bad Lisa, but I expect my girls to be immaculate. The seams in those stocking need to be absolutely straight. Please correct that now.’

Lisa could not see what was wrong with them but hastily complied.

‘I expect my girls to have the highest standards, and to take pride in themselves and their work. If you should fall short of those standards I will help put you back on track. I am sure by now you have some idea of the methods we use here. You have met little Shona?

Lisa nodded.

‘Shona needs maybe more help to stay on track than she ought, but she, like you will learn. I will explain how discipline is administered in this house so you understand fully. You have not yet signed your contract of employment so you can walk away if you cannot accept how things work. Most significant transgressions either reported to me by my senior staff or observed by myself are dealt with in this study on a Friday afternoon after you have received your pay. You always have a choice. Accept my discipline or take your wages and leave. Everyone here is here of their own free will. Clearly if somebody leaves having let themselves down there is no reference.

Ms Strict went on to explain that she was amongst other things a Professor at the University of Birchmore, and Tawse Hall was a long term experiment in how an ordered disciplined society could live happily. She explained that people had become weak and spoiled by losing respect for authority. That living in an environment of tough love, with clear discipline and authority people could lead far happier lives. As well as the permanent staff, people would come and stay for extended periods of time. It was a kind of therapy when their lives had got out of control.

Much of this went over Lisa’s head. But what happened next did not. Ms Strict went to a tall dark cabinet and took out a number of items and laid them out before her on the desk.

‘These are my tools for putting my staff and guests back on the straight and narrow, I will explain their purpose.’

‘Firstly the punishment book. This is where I record the offence and the punishment administered. Its purpose it two fold. Firstly it helps me ensure that the punishments I administer are consistent and fair. Secondly it is a helpful reference if somebody is back before me for a repeat offence. Please be aware, I do not like repeat offenders.’ It was a simple leather backed book. What Lisa did not like was that it was obviously well used.

‘Secondly, the junior cane.’ Ms Strict picked up a thin whippy cane and gave it an expert flourish. ‘I use this mostly for guests who are learning our ways or for minor breaches. My staff are held to a higher standard. That standard is the senior girls’ cane.’

Lisa gulped. This was an altogether more serious weapon, longer, darker, and thicker. It swished through the air, heavy, hard.

‘Make no mistake Lisa, this is going to hurt a great deal, and I only ever cane full force, and on the bare bottom. Now comes Shona’s favourite. The Tawse or as she calls it ‘the belt’. Ms Strict chuckled. ‘I tend to use this as it is traditionally used in Scottish schools, to punish the palms of the hands. Again, this quickly reduces the toughest miscreant to tears.’

Ms Strict then opened two boxes lined in tissue paper. From the first she took a small plastic cage with a tiny padlock. ‘These Lisa are more unusual forms of discipline. This one is for my male staff. Men have such disgusting habits, but if you want to ensure a man behaves himself I lock away his little thing in one of these. He cannot play with himself and whenever he has dirty thoughts the cage will remind him to behave. Sadly sometimes girls arrive here who are promiscuous and lack the necessary self control in their lives. In these cases I will fit one of these. Ms Strict lifted up what looked like a metal thong. ‘A good old fashioned chastity belt Lisa.’

‘Now as my personal maid you will also be subject on non formal corporal punishment for minor misdemeanours. These punishments are applied on the spot and may involve being spanked with a slipper or hairbrush or even just my hand.

Ms Strict went on to describe to Lisa her duties in some detail. It mostly involved cleaning, attending to Ms Strict and being on hand as required. ‘Now Lisa, your first job each morning will be to dress me for the day, and at night dress me for bed. This is a highly privileged position. You are very lucky to have this opportunity. So far I like what I see but I note that there are already a couple of blots on your copy book. When I send girl instructions I expect them to be followed. However Mr Welt has advised me that you have already ignored these twice. Firstly, I sent you details of the buses from Slipperbottom. But you ignored these and arrived late, having to then impose yourself on Mrs Scully. You are lucky that it was Mrs Scully; if you had got into a car with any random stranger you could have been seriously hurt or worse. Secondly, you marched up to the front door of this house having been given clear instructions about using the rear. Now Lisa, these are the kinds of offence that would normally bring a girl to my study on a Friday afternoon. It would be very unusual for me to cane a girl in her first week but I am seriously considering it in your case. Please reflect on that as you go about your duties this week. Now you are dismissed. There rest of the day is yours. Please present yourself ready for duty at 6.30 sharp tomorrow.’

The door clicked shut as the new Maid left the room. Louise Strict sat back in her chair and put the freshly signed copies of the employment contract in the file. The girl was very sweet, and had a lovely bottom. She might also be the type who would genuinely appreciate the attentions of her Mistress. But it would be very harsh to cane her in her first week. Louise decided this was something she should think about at length. Maybe when she was in bed that night.

There was somebody else thinking about Lisa being caned in her first week. But this one did not think it would be harsh at all. Not in the least. And as this person hurried back to into Tawse Hall they mulled over their plan to make sure it happened.