Back in Service

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ISBN:  9781907753855
Author:  Rosanna Challis
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In ServiceIn Service
Out of Her DepthOut of Her Depth

Although the nurse was blocking the doorway, she was so surprised by the intrusion Hetty managed to push past her, and the scene that met her eyes when she entered Sir Victor's bedroom made her gasp in shock.
   Jane was stretched facedown on the bed stark naked, her wrists and ankles tethered to the four bedposts. Sir Victor sat helpless in his wheelchair, but in his right hand he held a long riding whip he was quite capable of wielding from his position.
   'What is going on here?' Hetty cried, although the question was rhetorical. She was sufficiently familiar with his lordship's depraved tastes to know exactly what was taking place. Then suddenly strong arms seized her from behind.
   'Interfering little cow!' Nanny Baines hissed in her ear...

Forsaking the delights of the Parisian demi-monde, Hetty and Leonard return to Longton Hall. Even though he is now crippled, the lecherous Sir Victor is still terrorising the household with his depraved ways, aided by the fearsome Nanny Baines.

Disguised as 'George', Hetty dallies with the lovely Jane, who has replaced her as lady's maid, but when caught the pair are harnessed to Sir Victor's wheelchair, and even 'George' is subjected to his unwanted attentions.

Eventually the ever-lustful lord is really taken for a ride. But Hetty's victory over her former employer does not alter her feelings for his son Leonard, who remains her one true master.

A week later, the event both young women feared finally occurred. Nanny Baines insisted on Jane fortifying the Hungary water, and Hetty showed her how to make it good and strong. When the call came for her to bring the new distillation to Sir Victor's apartments, Jane hurried to tell Hetty about it. Her face was flushed and her tone anxious and Hetty did her best to reassure her.
   'I shall allow just ten minutes by the library clock,' she told Jane. 'If you have not emerged by then, I shall knock on the door and demand entry. Do not worry, I shall not desert you in your hour of need.'
   Pale and trembling, Jane went off to obey the nurse's orders whilst Hetty made for the library, where she waited for what felt like the longest ten minutes of her life. At last she ventured forth and made for Sir Victor's quarters. Creeping up to the door of his apartment, she put her ear to it and then her eye to the keyhole, but she could hear and see nothing. Perhaps, her business concluded, Jane had already been dismissed.
   She was just turning away when she heard a noise from within the room; a faint cry she recognised as Jane's, and it was enough to spur her into action. She banged her fists on the door until it was finally opened and Nanny Baines's impassive countenance loomed over her.
   From her reticule, Hetty produced a small bottle of toilet water and brandished it in the nurse's face. 'I heard Sir Victor wanted some strong Hungary water and I have just the thing,' she declared. 'This is a special recipe I made myself.' Although the nurse was blocking the doorway, she was so surprised by the intrusion Hetty managed to push past her, and the scene that met her eyes when she entered Sir Victor's bedroom made her gasp in shock.
   Jane was stretched facedown on the bed stark naked, her wrists and ankles tethered to the four bedposts. Sir Victor sat helpless in his wheelchair, but in his right hand he held a long riding whip he was quite capable of wielding from his position.
   'What is going on here?' Hetty cried, although the question was rhetorical. She was sufficiently familiar with his lordship's depraved tastes to know exactly what was taking place. Then suddenly strong arms seized her from behind.
   'Interfering little cow!' Nanny Baines hissed in her ear. 'You are not yet mistress of this house. That honour belongs to Lady Alice. As for this part of the house, I am mistress here, and no one enters without my express permission. You are trespassing, Mrs Carstairs.'
   'Leave her be, Baines,' Sir Victor said calmly. 'I know her of old and she is no threat to us. If I spread some of the secrets from her past, her reputation would be so sullied she and my son would be the laughingstock of the neighbourhood.' He raised cynical eyes towards Hetty with a sardonic smile. 'And we do not want that, do we, my dear? Not when you and that milksop husband of yours will be lording it here at Longton after I die.'
   'Are you trying to blackmail me?' she demanded, her voice quavering with indignation.
   He laughed. 'Nepotism and blackmail, the two great forces which oil the wheels of society.'
   Her attention was drawn back to the bed, from which muffled cries were emanating, and she realised Jane had been gagged as well as bound.
   Sir Victor noticed her staring at the helpless girl and sniggered again. 'Does this charming scene remind you of anything, Hetty? Of my wonderful parties, perhaps, where all kinds of diversions were enacted for my enjoyment and that of my guests? Well, I am about to indulge one of my private pleasures. Will you stay and watch, or will you leave us in peace and say nothing about it to any living soul? The choice is yours.'
   Reluctant as she was to witness Jane's pain and humiliation, Hetty felt she must stay. Perhaps her mere presence would be enough to soften the blows for the wretched girl. It was too much to hope she might be able to intercede on her behalf.
   'She was insubordinate,' Nanny Baines was kind enough to explain Jane's current position. 'And now she must be punished for it.'
   'Yes indeed, but do not imagine I shall spare her just because you are a witness, Hetty,' Sir Victor warned. 'Maybe the sight will remind you of former punishments and, dare I suggest, former pleasures, too?'
   Hetty cursed him beneath her breath. The old rogue would never change. He prided himself on understanding women's secret needs and desires and, she had to admit, he often divined them correctly. Yet she was not here because she wanted to take pleasure in Jane's suffering. The thought was too disconcerting to even consider, yet she knew it was somewhere near the truth. But what her soul truly ached to do was comfort the girl afterwards, to soothe her tender young flesh with gentle caresses and loving kisses…
   'Nanny, please wheel me closer to the bed,' Sir Victor commanded.
   'Certainly, sir.'
   Once he was positioned within striking distance, Hetty's eyes widened with fear as she saw him raise his right hand and shake the whip so the long black thong rippled like a malevolent snake.
   'Three strokes, I think,' he said. 'What say you, Nanny?'
   'The bare minimum, I would say. Her refusal to supply you with the comfort a man in your tragic circumstances deserves was mean-spirited. The slut does not know the meaning of generosity or kindness, so she must be treated severely.'
   'I think you are right. Please hold my chair steady, Baines, else my exertion might cause it to topple.'
   The woman came to stand behind him, her hands grasping the back of his wheelchair, and Hetty stared, aghast, as the old man let fly with the whip, using all his strength to inflict a stinging stroke across Jane's vulnerably exposed buttocks. The girl let out an agonised yelp as the biting pain struck home, and while Sir Victor prepared to deliver a second blow, a long red stripe appeared on her smooth white skin.
   'Enough!' Hetty demanded, unable to bear the sight of her friend's suffering. 'This punishment is too cruel!'
   'That is for me to judge,' Sir Victor remarked, unperturbed.
   But catching him off guard, Hetty seized the whip from his hand and rushed to release Jane from her bonds. Nanny Baines approached the bed with a furious expression, but Hetty held her at bay by cracking the whip in her direction. The nurse retreated, glaring.
   Sir Victor laughed softly. 'Well, the wench has spirit,' he said, sounding amused, 'we must grant her that.'
   The knots were securely tied and she had the devil of a job undoing them whilst keeping an eye out for Nurse Baines. When the woman tried to grab the whip from her, she slipped lithely out of reach and managed to give her a crack across the knuckles with the black leather tip. The nurse proceeded to suck her sore fingers, staring balefully at her, but Sir Victor offered his ally scant comfort.
   'Let the pair of them go this time,' he advised. 'We shall catch them anon, and their punishment shall be all the more extreme, eh Nanny?'
   But Baines was speechless and Hetty was nearly finished releasing Jane. She had untied the girl's hands and was working on the knots around her ankles with the whip handle held between her teeth. At last Jane was free, and despite her pain, she rolled rapidly off the bed and scrambled into her clothes, which were lying across a nearby chair.
   'Come, Jane,' Hetty said, taking her hand and half dragging her towards the door. 'Let us leave this den of iniquity.' She tossed the whip back into the room as they slipped through the door and slammed it closed behind them.
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