Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (22 page)

Chapter 4

The coach stopped an hour for lunch and to gain fresh horses
before continuing on far into the country. It was almost dark by the time they
stopped for the night, taking refuge in a coaching inn by roadside. Amelia
protested at the condition of her chambers but the landlord merely roared
laughter in her face and left her alone to complain to an empty room.

It was her first night without a maid to help her undress
and yet she wondered why she should as she had nothing to change into in her
suitcase. Shuddering at the thought of wearing the same drawers two days in a
row, she climbed into the rough blankets of her bed and thought she would never
sleep on so lumpy a mattress.

She was more tired still the next morning when the driver
roused her as the sun rose, insisting they be on their way immediately.

“But I have yet to eat,” she whined as he hefted her
suitcase out of the room.

“Should wake up earlier,” he replied.

“I will not leave here until I have eaten,” she snapped,
folding her arms.

“I was warned about you,” he snarled, taking a step towards
her, the door creaking shut behind him. He towered over her and she felt her
vehemence falling away like a cracked eggshell leaking yolk.

“I must eat,” she said, her voice quieter.

“I have something you could eat,” he replied, leering at
her. “Would you prefer to eat what I have to give or get moving little Lady
Muck?”

“I…I’m not that hungry,” she stuttered, feeling her cheeks
darken. She thought dark thoughts as she followed him downstairs and out to the
coach, her mind still fermenting as they drove on for another half day. As her
stomach growled with hunger they turned off the main thoroughfare onto a far
more rutted and potholed track, the horses slowing whilst they climbed up a
gentle slope to the top of a hill.

Looking out of the window Amelia observed a dark house in
the valley beyond, smoke twirling from one of the chimneys the only sign of
life down there. Surrounding the house were a few fields of green shoots and
beyond those a wood that climbed up the far side of the valley. The coach
skidded slightly down the hill before coming to a stop at the front of the
house.

“Off you get then Lady Muck,” called the driver.

Amelia opened the door and stepped out. “Who’s to help me
with my case?” she asked, looking around her for any sign of the servant class.

“Let me,” said the driver, unhooking it and flinging it down
onto the grass. He laughed at her shocked expression before turning and driving
the horses back up the hill.

Amelia dragged the suitcase over the doorstep and looked at
the house from close up. It was of a dark stone, pitted with age, the windows
tall and shuttered. If it wasn’t for the chimney smoke it would have been easy
to think the place abandoned. There was a bell pull beside the door and she
yanked at it, hearing an echoing jangle from the hallway beyond.

It was almost half a minute until the door scraped open and
a haughty woman in a long black dress peered out at her. “Yes?” she asked, her
voice icy.

“I am Miss Amelia Carrington, daughter of Lord and Lady
Carrington. I am to stay here a week.”

“Jenkins has another client then. I hope you do better than
the last. She ran away after three days.”

“Oh my.”

The woman sighed. “You better come inside and I’ll prepare
the nursery.”

“Nursery? Am I to look after a child?”

The woman let out a titter of mirthless laughter. “It will
all become clear soon enough. Follow me.”

They walked together down a long hallway, the interior of
the house far more welcoming than the foreboding outside. The walls were
freshly papered, the carpet thick and luxorious. Turning a corner they ascended
a flight of stairs before the woman stopped. “This will be your room for the
duration of your stay. Did you bring a case?”

“I did. I left it outside.”

“It will be stored for you. Anything you need from it, you
must ask permission. Make yourself comfortable and you will be called upon when
Mr Jenkins returns.”

She stepped aside and Amelia walked into the room, jumping
as the door slammed shut and locked behind her. She rattled the handle and
called out for release but the only answer was a set of fading footsteps in the
corridor beyond.

Looking around Amelia saw that this was indeed a nursery although
there were elements within which confused her. The cot was far larger than
necessary for a babe in arms, long enough in fact for an adult to sleep within.
There was a chair and table, crayons and paper piled neatly on top. The window
was tall, unshuttered at least, and allowing a view of the rolling fields
beyond. A chest of drawers and wardrobe took up either corner surrounding the
fireplace which was heaped with dry wood. A rocking horse was in the centre of
the room but Amelia frowned as she noticed something sticking up from the seat.
Carved out of the same wood of the horse was a cylindrical protuberance that
felt smooth to the touch. She winced at the thought of who might desire such an
object directly where one might sit to ride the horse. Other toys littered the
floor and she spent the time alone tidying them in an attempt to alleviate her
boredom.

An hour or so later the door was unlocked and the stern
woman stuck her head round, holding out a paper parcel wrapped with string.
“You best change into your uniform,” she said, tossing in the package before
again locking Amelia inside. “Be sure to remove your knickers if you don’t want
to incur the wrath of Mr Jenkins.

Calling after the woman did no good so eventually Amelia
picked up the parcel and untied the string. Within were items of clothing more
suited to a child than to a nineteen year old woman. A short black pleated
skirt, a white shirt, blue and red striped tie, straw hat, long white socks and
plain black shoes. Running through each item again, Amelia began to wonder just
what sort of place she’d been brought to.

There was a mirror by the window and Amelia undressed
quickly, wishing she had matches to light the fire. Her skin puckered in the
cold air as she draped her dress over the bed and quickly pulled on the skirt.
She blushed at the length of it for her knees and a good portion of her thighs
were exposed, the long socks doing little to secure her modesty. The shirt
seemed a size too small, the buttons straining across her chest and a gaping
hole which revealed a portion of her bare breasts within. Topped with the straw
hat, she sat and wrapped the tie round her neck just as the key turned in the
lock and the woman stood there again. “Knickers off?” was all she said.

“Certainly not,” Amelia replied. “The impertinence of even
suggesting such a thing!”

“Well Mr Jenkins is here ready to see you, he’ll soon sort
you out. Come on then.”

She marched down the hall and Amelia followed, the new shoes
rubbing her ankles as she tugged at the hem of her skirt, wishing it were
longer. They descended a flight of stairs and then travelled along another
passage before stopping by a closed door. The woman turned to face her.

“Once you pass this threshold you are our property until the
day you leave. You must agree to whatever is asked of you or the chastisement
will be severe. Do you understand?”

“I…I think so but what…?”

The woman opened the door and shoved her through, slamming
it shut behind her. Amelia looked around, finding herself in an approximation of
a schoolroom. There was a desk and chair in the centre, a taller table at the
end before a blackboard. Standing by it with his arms folded was Mr Jenkins. He
nodded at Amelia as she entered. “Take a seat,” he said. “Wait, hold on. Do I
detect you are wearing knickers?”

“Yes sir for I…”

“I expressly forbid the wearing of drawers did I not?”

“You did sir but…”

“Off with them this instant. Young girls like yourself often
have accidents and I would not wish for soiled knickers to clog up my laundry.
Come on girl.”

“Excuse me Mr Jenkins but must I do this?”

“You are in my charge for a week and you will obey me
without question or it’ll be the worse for you. I intend to give you the
discipline which you lacked in your childhood, set the boundaries you need and give
you the rewards you are due. I will not ask you again.”

He began tapping his foot impatiently as Amelia tensed up,
her hands shaking as she slid them under her skirt and pulled down her
knickers, stepping out of them and holding them in the palm of her hand, unsure
of what to do next.

“Pass them here,” said Mr Jenkins, taking them and placing
them inside a chest of drawers at the side of the room. “Now sit.”

“Yes sir,” said Amelia, perching on the edge of the chair,
observing a notepad and pencil on the top of her desk.

“Open your notebook and take heed of my lesson. We will
begin with the alphabet.”

Amelia rolled her eyes. He couldn’t be serious. Taking her
back to the lessons of her earliest years would bore her senseless.

“Something to say Amelia?”

“I know my alphabet sir.”

“All my charges start at the beginning. That way I begin
your education from scratch but I am afraid that counted as speaking out of
turn so I must ask you to step up here.”

Amelia reluctantly crossed the room, feeling Mr Jenkins’ smouldering
eyes upon her for the entire time. “Bend over this desk,” he said and to her
surprise she found herself obeying his command without pausing for thought. He
lifted her skirt to expose her bottom, landing a firm spank upon it which made
her yelp with pain. As the stinging sensation subsided she realised his hand
had remained on her bottom, roughly squeezing it before sliding his way down to
the back of her thighs. “We’ll made a good girl of you yet,” he said. “Now it’s
time for your morning drink.” He rang a small bell and in walked the stern
woman carrying a tray with a baby bottle stood upright in the centre.

“You’re jesting?” Amelia said as the woman placed the bottle
on her desk and left without another word.

“Thank you Miss Fisher,” he said as the door closed. “Now
take your bottle like a good girl.”

“I will not, that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever
heard.”

“Either you drink from that bottle or you earn another
spanking.”

Amelia sighed, picking up the bottle and staring at it.

“You may sit on my lap whilst you drink,” said Mr Jenkins.

He patted his thigh and Amelia felt a strange sense of
relaxation wash over her as she climbed onto his lap and shuffled into a
comfortable position. “Let me help you,” he said, holding the bottle and leaning
her back slightly. He slid it into her mouth as she felt a hardness pressing
into her from his lap. Glancing down, she realised what it must be, blushing
wildly at the thought that he was undeniably aroused by what was taking place.
Eager to please him she began to gulp down the contents of the bottle,
squirming slightly in his lap so her buttocks pressed down against that
hardness she knew was a result of her presence before him.

“Good girl,” he muttered, stroking her forehead as she
drank, seemingly oblivious to her movements on his lap although his voice was
quieter than before. “Goodness, you were thirsty. You drank it all.”

He took the bottle from her and set it aside. “Now you must
need to use the facilities after so long a drink. You’ll find the toilet in the
corner. Make use of it and then return to your desk.

“Excuse me?”

Go on girl. We’ve a lot to get through today.”

“You want me to…?”

He nodded. “Punishment will ensue if you do not do as you
are bid you bad little brat. Get over there and use the damn thing!”

In the corner of the room Amelia found a varnished wooden
bowl. She was only too aware of his eyes on her as she squatted over it,
keeping her knees clamped together to maintain at least some sense of decorum
despite the surreal situation she found herself in. To her surprise it took
only a moment for a gushing torrent of pee to hiss from her and splash down
into the bowl below.

“Good girl,” muttered Mr Jenkins as she finished peeing.
“Now back to your seat.”

The rest of the evening was spent reciting and writing the
alphabet over and over again until Amelia began to yawn.

“Tired girl,” said Mr Jenkins. “Time for bed I believe. Miss
Fisher will find you your sleep attire and I’ll see you in the morning. Be
proud of what you’ve achieved on your first day of a proper education.”

Amelia nodded to him and found Miss Fisher waiting in the
corridor for her. They made their way back to the nursery where on the bed was
a large square of cloth. “Let’s get you undressed,” said Miss Fisher, beginning
to undo Amelia’s tie. She tossed aside her hat before undoing her shirt one
button at a time. Amelia blushed as her breasts came into view, embarrassed by
how hard her nipples appeared. Miss Fisher knelt to pull down her skirt and
Amelia’s skin tingled as she felt hot breath on her thighs.

“Lie down,” Miss Fisher said.

“I’m sure I can last the night without an accident.”

“It is the rules of the house. Our charges wear these
overnight. Lie down.”

“I will not.”

“Very well.”

Miss Fisher grabbed her arm with surprising strength,
flipping her onto her front and raining down blows on her bottom. “Bad girl!”
she snapped. “You must learn to do as you are bid.”

Amelia could have sworn that Miss Fisher groped her pussy
but it was over so quickly she felt too ashamed to mention it. The pain in her
buttocks made her submit to the command to lie down and as the cloth was tied
in place she felt that strange sense of relief again, a feeling that no longer
was she having to take charge or give orders, instead she could relax and just
submit to what she was told.

“You may ride the rocking horse for one minute as a reward
for behaving,” Miss Fisher said.