LORD BRAMBLE'S REHABILITATION (5 page)

They finished their breakfast and strode through to the drawing room where the South and East facing windows allowed the sunlight to flood the room, brightening the faded fabrics of the sofas and rugs.

Debora worked her way along the row of push buttons before deciding that the third might bring her the maid she wanted, and they made themselves comfortable while waiting for her to arrive, smiling and welcoming her when she came through the door.

"I understand you were seen coming from Miss Isabel's room late last night," John told her.

Lilly's smile fled from her face before she nervously nodded. "I was acting as her Lady's maid, she not having one and all," she explained.

"She used you for other things though, didn't she?" John pressed, his legs folded, a hand on his knee.

"I don't know what you mean Sir. I helped her get ready for bed, is all," she murmured, looking worriedly at the two of them.

"Don't you?" John asked sharply.

"Please Sir; I didn't do nothing," Lilly whimpered.

Debora stood to go to the girl's side and gently embrace her. "There, there. Tell us what happened, otherwise I'm afraid we're going to have to dismiss you," she murmured, holding the girl as she whimpered and began to shake. "Tell us. What did Miss Isabel want of you?" she asked persuasively.

Lilly sobbed and licked her lips. "She spanked me," she admitted.

"You had done something wrong?" John asked.

Lilly shook her head. "She likes doing it," she murmured, and bit her lips before she could admit to more. The words wanted to tumble out, but Isabel had warned her to be discrete. Poor Lilly didn't know who to trust.

"There's more, isn't there? Tell us," Debora urged, squeezing strength into the nervous maid.

"She makes me Miss. I never want to!" Lilly begged.

"Makes you what?" John asked sternly.

"Tell him," Debora told her with a gentle squeeze and a kindly smile. "He's a good man, Lilly. Tell him," she advised.

Lilly sobbed. "She tells me how many I'm going to get, but she stops early, if I've taken them well. And then she makes me do stuff to her; private stuff," she whispered, shaking still further.

"Tell us," John urged.

It came slowly out of the girl; the beating on various parts of her body, the need to remain still as it was applied. Then the mistress uncovering herself, positioning herself so Lilly could attend to her with her tongue. Always her tongue, until right at the end when a finger could also be used, just as long as it brought her off.

"There, there," Debora consoled the softly weeping girl, stroking her back and holding her. "How did she punish you last night?" she gently asked.

"With her hand," Lilly mumbled, quivering with the memory. "First on my bottom, then I had to kneel and push my chest out, my arms back, so she could slap my breasts," she admitted, still quivering as she recalled the awful ache it had brought to her whole chest.

"That must have hurt," Debora consoled the maid.

Lilly nodded. "Not as much as the slaps on my legs," she admitted. "My thighs, my inner thighs," she clarified, seeing the unasked question in their faces.

"I think we need to see if she's left any lasting marks," Debora said, smiling her most pleasant smile while drawing the girl to stand more directly in front of the seated man.

"Oh no, please Miss. It didn't hurt, honest, I'm fine," Lilly begged.

"Stop your arguing girl, or I'll see to it that you get a proper spanking!" John called out. "Now, let Nurse Debora undress you so we can have a proper look at you," he told her.

"Oh Sir!" Lilly sobbed. "Please don't tell Miss Isabel what I said!" she cried, putting her hands together in prayer while Debora stepped behind her and undid the buttons on her uniform.

"Be good," Debora told her. "Do well, and there may even be a better position for you," Debora didn't wonder.

That stilled her, and John watched the maid shyly glance at him as the bodice of her uniform slid from her trunk, baring plump, good sized breasts, too generous for the current fashion but lovingly perched on her chest, luscious teats waiting to be sucked or nibbled, pulled or twisted, all of that and more.

"I don't see any hand marks," he noted.

"They faded quickly, Sir," Lilly admitted. The slaps had caused a dreadful surge of pain, followed by a burning ache that was quick to change to passion once she was alone and could pleasure herself. She had had the devil of a time, trying to satisfy the ache in her chest while at the same time build the pleasure between her legs that ultimately brought her on and left her satisfied and able to sleep.

"Slap her tits, Debora," John told his nurse. "I want to see them with hand-marks," he explained.

"Oh Sir; please, no!" Lilly begged, but the nurse was already stepping in front of her, quietly urging her to roll her shoulders back and keep her arms out of the way.

Lilly bit her lip and looked beseechingly at the woman, hoping she'd not strike her too hard. And the nurse's arm drew back and the hand sped round to strike the outer surface of her left breast, hard enough to make her gasp and squirm, the hand mark quickly appearing on the soft and her fair skin of her breast.

"Oh Sir, it stings so!" Lilly whimpered, squirming under the surge of stinging sensations swarming into her breast, her nipple reactive by swelling and throbbing, urging her to grip it and squeeze.

"Is that how she did it?" he asked, standing to step across to them, taking the marked breast to squeeze it in his palm and feel the nipple burn into his skin.

"Yes Sir," the maid panted, her face growing hot under the attentions of both the nurse and her master.

"You have nice breasts Lilly," John remarked, his hand sliding from one to the other to have that one squeezed and weighted, to confirm it was as firm as the first, the button teat just as responsive.

"And she spanked your bottom too?" he asked, smiling as his caresses made the girl pant and squirm.

"Yes Sir," the maid admitted, her breath quickening as she sensed what they would want next.

"Take up the position Lilly. Nurse Debora will spank you a couple of times and you will tell her if it was hard enough or not," John ordered, stepping back.

"But I haven't done anything," the sorry maid whimpered, her hands out from her sides as the nurse busied herself with working the uniform off Lilly's hips and bottom, baring the girl.

John stood back, arms folded, and admired the young woman's proud and heavy breasts before allowing his eyes to slide down to feast on her pelvis, her vulva nice and plump, extending upwards to a broad pubis nicely decorated with dark curls. Debora turned the girl so she could reach forward and support herself with outstretched hands on the arm of the sofa, and John admired the maid's plump bottom, nodding with the confirmation that the ample cheeks would take a spanking with some ease.

Debora swept her hand down and grinned as poor Lilly gasped.

"Well? Did you mistress spank you that hard, or harder still?" he asked.

"Not so hard," Lilly whimpered.

"What, like this?" Debora asked, delivering a second blow to the same cheek and grinning as the girl jerked and gasped, a whimper following as the flesh turned a bright and sore pink.

"Yes," Lilly nodded, her toes curling into the rug as John stepped forward to fondle her bottom, doing as he'd done with her breasts, now swaying on her chest as he squeezed and weighed each bottom cheek, taking a moment to use both hands and part them to view her little dainty anal ring within their pale seam, clenching under his inspection.

"And she spanked you inner thighs, is that not so?" he asked, his clenching fingers moving lower so he could drag the base of her labia apart and expose the pink and moist passage that appeared ready for the taking. Her scent waffled up to his nose, an erotic musk that confirmed her secret excitement at the role she was being asked to perform.

"Yes," the startled and breathless girl admitted, eyes wide as the fingers continued to hold her apart, the sensation flooding her with wetness. She burnt and softly sobbed, knowing the they'd both see the trickle from her purse and know her secret excitement.

"I think we should lay her on her back along the seat of the couch with her lower back raised upon the arm," John suggested. "We'll see if she can manage to keep her legs raised and parted during her ordeal," he mused, nodding to himself as he visualised it.

Debora agreed and dragged Lilly up and forward to point her towards the couch, knowing the girl had heard all and knew the position wanted of her.

"Please Sir, I'll be good. I'll do other things, anything you want of me Sir," Lilly begged, even as the nurse steered her into sitting on the armrest, then falling back to lay with the back of her head and shoulders against the seat cushions.

"What do you think Debora?" John asked, watching the panting girl's legs rise and part, exposing her pink tinted vulva and the hollow of her crotch, gleaming with moisture.

"I think a couple of sharp slaps on her soft inner thighs should make her a good quick fuck," the nurse answered, smiling down at the maid while stroking the soft and warm skin that she would shortly be slapping.

"Please Miss. Not hard," Lilly begged, gazing up at the commanding nurse with fretful eyes.

Debora smiled and brought her hand down in a quick stroke that landed loudly on the soft skin of Lilly's inner thigh. The maid squealed in response and arched, her eyes widening and her limbs quivering as the aftermath sped rapidly into her crotch where it spread like a wildfire through her lower body.

"Keep those legs up and out," John murmured, and watched the panting, whimpering girl fight against the urge to clamp her thighs together. It added to her appeal, as did the bright hand mark on her inner thigh and the swell of her breasts as she panted for breath, her expression begging him to finish with her punishment and begin with his other use of her.

"One more please Nurse," John said. "Decorate her other thigh, then we'll see just how good a fuck she is too," he smiled, reaching for his trousers to begin preparing himself for the maid's quick taking.

Debora stroked the smooth warm skin she was aiming to strike and pinched it, grinning as Lilly jumped and gasped. Then her hand was rising, going as far as shoulder height before she stopped and delivered the sharp slap to the pinch mark, grinning proudly as Lilly cried out and jerked.

Debora and John exchanged places and John finished pulling his trousers and underpants down to the shuffled forward and stand between the maid's raised and splayed out legs, inner thighs marked with one blazing hand mark while her sex was tinted an alluring pink, labia parted at the base where she gleamed with wetness.

"Good girl," he murmured, noting how her legs rose that little bit further as she offered herself to him. He pushed his cock down, drawing her labia apart to reveal all of her pink wonder to him, and without further preamble speared her deliciously tight and hot cunny, forcing himself within, teeth grit as her heat invaded him.

Her wetness allowed him to slide fully into her and he gasped to feel her clench in an effort to hold him within her. He remained there for a moment, his cock responding to the clenching of her passage with jerks of its own, and then he moved, long slow strokes the nurses had urged him to use in order to pleasure them as well as himself. Slow lengthy strokes of his cock, powered by the full weight of his body behind each thrust, the speed gradually quickening as moisture, heat and her little cries drew him into greater and greater need of his release.

"Sir, Sir!" the maid cried, shaking her head to deny the rapidly overwhelming pleasure his quickening thrust were bringing her.

He grinned down at her and watched her lovely breasts rock upon her chest with the force of his thrusts.

"Sir!" she wailed, her hands gripping his corded neck as, with another long wail, she was swept into her orgasm.

John thrust another half a dozen times through the clenching of her passage and the blooming heat he felt surround him with every new thrust. He then rose rapidly from her body to hold his cock over her, adding his own cry as burning seed spat from his organ and decorated the maid's fair skin and crinkly pubic hair. Debora was quickly at his side to purr and fondle his tight buttocks, her hand taking his organ from him to finish stroking his erection from him.

Isabel sat on the window bench overlooking the long sweep of meadow that was the front of the manor, the drive curving in from the west. It was her favourite place and she loved to sit with her legs on the seat and her thighs supporting a good book, quietly reading.

The book was one from her father's library. You could find just about anything in the old man's library if you looked carefully enough. This one was entitled Miss Harvey's Wedding, only poor Miss Harvey never quite made it to the matrimonial bed. First, the sailors on the boat bringing her back to England had mutinied and the new captain, a lecherous villain, had taken her for his own. Of course she had refused, but he had beaten her to within an inch of her life and so she had to consent to his demands, forced into bestial acts with the man, her innocence and virginity ripped away in the space of five long hours.