Betty Serves the Master

Betty Serves the Master
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ISBN:  9781907753749
Author:  Madeleine Tanner
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Sold into ServiceSold into Service

Betty knelt at the settle, her white rump exposed. She trembled a little with anticipation and excitement.
   'Remember you must not flinch, else you will remain longer on the wheel.'
   'What is the wheel?'
   'More questions. Another notch for you, Betty!'
   After a few moments the nuns filed into the room, each one grasping the instrument of flagellation.
   'Take that!' A gentle swipe. 'And that!' Another. 'And that!' A harder one.
   'It ain't fair, I ain't done nothing!'
   'Liar! You are sinful, and as such must be whipped and humiliated thoroughly!'.

The stunning sequel to Sold into Service

If Betty is to inherit the family fortune, she must prove her virginity to the Church of Rome. But Betty is beautiful, lusty and ripe for seduction.

Having suffered the punishments of her sadistic husband, and the compelling sexual attention of the debauched priest, she has escaped the mansion and just survived a drowning.

In a state of exhaustion and half-naked, Betty is discovered by Lord Edward Clancy who promises to help her.

Betty falls unconscious and is taken to London by coach, accompanied by the handsome but cruel Lord and his sexually voracious twin brother Harold. Betty believes she is to be taken into the protection of her aunt, but Harold has other plans involving Madame Farquar, the owner of the high-class brothel specialising in corporal punishment... and so her adventures continue...

'Come in, Freddie. Come in.'
   The oak door swung halfway open with a creak, and Candace entered holding the plump hand of a large, fat man, who shuffled awkwardly into the room behind her.
   He was dressed entirely in oversized baby garments; a long robe with smocked yoke, a knitted woollen jacket and stockings, a pair of leather booties, and lastly a bonnet tied under his chin. In his mouth was a large dummy, tied to a ribbon which was pinned to his chest.
   'Come to mama. She wants to see you. You've been a naughty, naughty boy.'
   The Cleric of Clerkenwell, for it was he, hung his head in shame and blushed to the stubbly roots on his masculine chin. 'Mama,' he cried, attempting a high voice, but with some difficulty since his voice was unusually deep and the dummy stuffed in his mouth was particularly large.
  Betty watched, half in fascination, half in dread. She'd thought she might laugh but the scene was deadly serious and she entered into the drama of it quite naturally.
   'Mama,' the man cried again.
   'Are you ready for your punishment, Freddie?' The man nodded. 'Then come here. And since mama is very full today, you may drink first.'
   The cleric got down on his knees and very slowly made his way across the carpet to arrive at madame's feet, whereupon, as a token of respect, he removed her slippers and kissed each dainty foot in turn.
   'Oh, Freddie, you naughty boy. Mama did not say you could do that. You will earn a double punishment. Come here and take your drink before I smack you!'
   The cleric nuzzled at madame's large breast. She was eager for him to suckle her since her other breast had become very distended and was beginning to pain her. But the cleric in the guise of Freddie was determined to be naughty. He banged his head against her breast and pretended to seek her nipple with his tongue, but all the time avoiding it.
   'Nurse!' Madame turned to Candace. 'You must smack him very hard. Agnes, help me with the brat. Can't you see he's playing up?'
   Betty sprung up from the stool and took her part. 'Yes aunt. I'm sorry aunt, I were dreaming.' She stuck a finger in the Cleric's mouth and jerked it open. Then, grabbing madame's teat, she pushed it inside and squeezed the nipple so that the milk ran. 'Oh, he is a naughty baby, aunt. I don't know as how you bear it, but once he gets a taste, he'll be good.'
   Meanwhile Candace had lifted the nightdress to expose the cleric's naked bottom. She began to beat the fat cheeks mercilessly with a little stick. 'Naughty, Freddie! Naughty boy!'
   'Mm. Mm. Ah,' the man murmured and sucked vigorously.
   Madame was breathing heavily by now and was obviously enjoying herself immensely. 'Oh, you naughty boy, you naughty boy! What shall I do with you? You will die if you do not eat properly. Nurse, bring me the sprouts.'
   Candace left off the beating and fetched the cold vegetables from the sideboard.
  'Freddie, you will eat these every day until they are all gone. Look what a mess you are in!' Madame pulled her teat from his mouth and deliberately sprayed the cleric's face with the warm milk. 'You have wasted my lovely milk. You will go in the corner and eat your sprouts.' She pushed the man away. He crawled abjectly into the corner and bent over the dish of sprouts Candace placed in front of him.
   'Set the sand-timer, Nurse. An hour will be good enough to teach Freddie the lesson he deserves. Come niece, we will repair to the other drawing room.'
   'Oh, madame, don't go yet a-while. The naughty boy has a stiff-stander.'
   'Goodness gracious! Whatever next? I must inspect it. Niece, have you ever seen such a thing!'
   'Why no, aunt. I never did. Upon me word.'
   The three women were now gathered around the cleric as he knelt humbly in the corner, a dribble of mashed sprouts at the corner of his mouth. Candace lifted the nightgown to reveal his virile member. It was of sizeable proportions and the foreskin had slipped back to reveal its purple tip.
   'Why, aunt, whatever is it? I never seed such a thing in all me life. Is it a snake of sorts?'
   'In a manner of speaking, my dear, but it won't bite.'
   'It don't half look poisonous. Can I touch it?'
   'By all means play about with the little snake as you wish.'
   'I shan't hurt the little snake.'
   'Oh, but you should! It is a very naughty thing and deserves a good smacking with the cane!' Madame drew out a small, silver-tipped cane. 'Here, niece, try this.'
   Betty took the cane in one hand and held the cleric's member in the other. She felt the veins throbbing under her touch.
   'Thprouth,' Freddie demanded.
   Candace stuffed a large sprout into the man's open mouth and nodded to Betty, who tapped the penis with the stick. 'Harder than that, my dear. Freddie has been very naughty. Do it like this.' Candace grabbed the cane, and with a glint in her eye, administered several vicious strokes to the stiffened member. Immediately Freddie began to howl. His mouth opened and the mashed sprouts fell out onto the floor. Candace continued to beat the organ until it seemed as if the very veins would burst. 'Take your punishment you wicked boy, and eat the sprouts off the floor. Lick it clean or else!' Candace allowed the man to bend over and follow the instructions as she began to smack his bottom soundly.
   'Why, his behind is quite red!' Betty watched as the cleric's skin flushed redder and redder.
   Whilst the girls were thus occupied with the Cleric, madame wheeled out a large commode which she set in the centre of the room. 'Time for business, Freddie.'
   Freddie let out a howl, stood up, waddled over to it and sat upon the seat, his prick standing up proudly in front of him. 'Nurthey,' he lisped.
   Candace knelt in front of the cleric. 'Oh, Freddie, what a big stiff-stander you have. You cannot use your po with such a big thing there. Nursey will milk you.' Candace took the cock into her mouth and the Cleric sighed as madame then sat beside him and allowed him to suckle her huge teat once more.
   'There, there baby. Drinky milky... drinky milky...'
   Betty sat on the low stool, her eyes fairly glued to the scene. Madame's breast was softening as the milk drained away, and Candace's head bobbed up and down as she worked skilfully upon the cleric's organ. His eyes had begun to glaze over and his cheeks were flushed as if he were about to reach his peak. But no, for all of a sudden Betty saw his cheeks go rigid and felt his hard gaze upon her. Despite the softening effect of the baby's clothing, his eyes were steely, probing.
   She lowered her eyelashes and looked away in discomfort.
   A moment later she could not help but meet his look again. Betty shivered and shook with a strange fear. There was power and cruelty in his eyes. With a slight smirk on his lips the Cleric pulled away from madame's nipple and lisped his orders. 'Thmack lazy Aggie.' Betty sneered in return, meeting his challenge whilst Candace continued to minister vigorously to his virile member.
   'Come Agnes. What a naughty girl you are! Sitting there, doing nothing whilst all the household try to please our darling Freddie! Over my knee!' Within seconds, madame was on the stool with Betty over her ample lap, her bottom in the air. With a flourish and a great pretence she began to belabour the girl's rump, and Betty pretended to wail in pain.
   But the cleric was not to be fooled so easily. 'Thmack botty! Bare botty!'
  Betty lifted her skirts to bare her rump. What a strange picture the scene would have made to any observer; the Cleric still wearing his baby bonnet, Candace sucking his cock and tickling his balls, and madame smacking Betty's bare behind.
   The cleric, however, was not yet satisfied. 'Fweddie thmack Aggie!'
   Betty started. She was oddly afraid and yet excited too.
   Madame had not spanked her hard, but her cheeks were glowing and the blood had rushed to her cunny.
   Madame bent over Betty, a look of fear in her eyes. She dare not disobey her powerful client, but she'd assured Betty that she'd not be hurt against her wishes. 'Do you wish it, my dear?' she whispered. 'He has only asked for this once before and...' She raised her eyebrows, but refrained from telling Betty that the girl in question had fainted.
   Betty hesitated before answering. She was both drawn to and repelled by the man. But she sensed madame's predicament and did not want to disappoint her new friend.
   'I wish it, aunt,' she said softly.
   Madame stroked Betty's curls gently. 'Do not do it for my sake, dearest girl. You may regret it.'
   'Fweddie thmack Aggie. Now!'
   'He may hurt you Betty. He is a strong man,' she hissed in Betty's ear. 'The last girl swooned in pain.'
   Betty jumped up and smiled at madame. 'I ain't afeard o' pain. Why, a little smacking never hurt no one.' She stepped proudly over to the commode, meeting the cleric's challenge once more. He'd pushed Candace away and his cock stood up, as rigid as a rod of iron. Betty glanced at it scornfully. 'Oh, Freddie, you do have a little, stiffy-stander! What have you been a-doing on? I's a good mind to bite it all off!'
   'Freddie thmack naughty Aggie!' There was an odd glint in the man's eye that Betty could not quite make out.
   'If you must, but I ain't as naughty as you.' Betty lifted her skirts to expose her pinky rump and settled herself over his large lap, pressing against his distended member. The cleric nodded in dismissal to madame and Candace. Reluctantly they left, leaving Betty at his mercy.
   As Betty lay across the cleric's legs, her breast heaving, she became aware of the slow ticking of the clock and of hot breath at her neck. She shivered and her skin prickled into goose pimples as she waited, the hot member pulsing beneath her. Suddenly the cleric's strong left hand gripped Betty's wrists in a vice and his right hand struck her rump.
   'Fweddie make Aggie cwy!' There was a vicious element to his voice.
   Betty was expecting a sharp slap, at the least, but though the cleric was strong, his touch was nevertheless light and playful.
   Behind the panelling, peeping through a hole in the wall, madame and Candace watched the scene.
   'Fweddie make Aggie cwy,' he repeated, and a series of light smacks descended upon Betty's vulnerable arse.
   'The poor girl seems unperturbed, Candace. Look how she takes it. It is remarkable.'
   'She is used to it, madame, and it gives her great pleasure. She receives pain as one tastes the finest champagne and finds it good.'
   'I have seen so many strange and wonderful things, Candace, and yet, in truth, I find this "taste" for submission so hard to understand.'
   'Perhaps, madame, you have not tried it for yourself.' Candace smiled. 'They say the proof of the pudding is...'
   'In the eating... true.'
   'And you have not eaten of this fruit. You might find it would excite you, too.'
   'I admit that sometimes I am a little bored with the administration of punishment. Perhaps I should... my goodness, Candace, see what is happening now.'
   The cleric had torn off his baby's clothing and was completely naked.
   Betty was crouching over the stool, gripping its legs to prevent herself from slipping. Her arse was covered with the faintest of red blushes and her cunt was split apart so that the gash showed pink. In one hand the cleric held the dummy, which he was alternately pushing into Betty's cunny from behind and then putting in his mouth. In the other hand he held his excited member.
   'Naughty, juicy, Aggie.'
   'See what the rogue is about to do, Candace! We must stop him! His intention is obvious. A spanking is one thing, a tupping is quite another! Quickly, before he slips it in!'
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Utterly brilliant! Deliciously S&M, erotic and romantic!
Friday, 23 July 2010  | 

A wonderful book! Follow up to "Sold into Service", Madeleine Tanner's first book. Why haven't we heard more from this brilliant writer? The story is slightly mad but there are so many delightfully entertaining scenarios that it hardly matters. If you are an afficianodo of the soft M&S scene - nothing really nasty here - you must read it. A cruel edge, yes, but this book has all the elements you need to enter into a full erotic fantasy world. I was so excited when I read it that I had to read it again and again! Just like the classics! Good books don't pale into insignificance. Have this book to hand for light entertainment at any time, particularly if you are tired after a hard day's work. Accompanied by a dozen oysters, a bottle of fine Cru Chablis (from grapes grown on ancient oyster beds), and your dream lover if available, you will have a number of most delectable evenings glued to your book!


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Wicked, Wanton and Worth a Go!
Saturday, 9 January 2010  | 

The leading heroine of this Chimera book, Betty, is drugged by an evil gypsy, and abducted by the Clancy twins, wicked Lord Edward and his much nicer brother, Lord Harold. Upon awakening Betty finds herself in a horse-drawn carriage, being taken to Madame Farquar's high-class brothel where they specialise in every variety of corporal punishment possible - for a price. She also discovers that the brothel is patronised by her husband William and that her marriage isn't quite legal. In order to escape, Betty feigns a feverish condition that worries the Clancy twins so much they decide to take her to the Sisters of Nommerci convent hospice to recover. However, the convent is no normal establishment, and Mother Superior and Sister Ignatius not only help her recover, they teach her their way to repent.

Betty's family fortune is dependent on her keeping her virginity intact, and if it's taken, the fortune will revert to the Church of Rome. Meanwhile, Betty succumbs to Lord Harold's charms and swears to give up her husband (for all she has heard about him) to become Lord Harold's common-law spouse. But Harold's brother Edward is jealous and plans to outwit him to gain possession of Betty. Later Betty hears the truth about her husband's whereabouts and distraught, begs her new man to take her to William's aid to rescue him, but Lord Harold has his own plans for ridding Betty of William once and for all, guaranteeing Betty remains under his command.

It would seem everybody who meets Betty is after her body; from the Sisters of Nommerci and their notorious nuns' pleasures, to Lord Edward Clancy, Liza and Parslow. The author, Madeleine Tanner, writes particularly well within the historical theme. Her characters speak appropriate language for the time period, and although much of the dialogue is written as they speak, it is mastered in such a way it doesn't distract you from what is happening. The erotic fantasy's plot is a little confusing and bizarre at times, maybe this is because I have not read the previous book, Sold into Service, but there are many colourful characters who get up to salacious antics in the S&M department, ensuring an entertaining and intriguing read, nevertheless. The sex in Betty Serves the Master is steamy, humiliating and slightly risqué for those who are not familiar to this genre, but it's the shocking factor that makes it an ideal fantasy for erotic reader enthusiasts and curious beginners alike.


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