Hall of Infamy

Hall of Infamy
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ISBN:  9781907753831
Author:  Amanita Virosa
Word Count:  78,541
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Damsels in DistressDamsels in Distress
Rectory of CorrectionRectory of Correction

'That's it. Good girl. Now I want you just to lie back for me - yes, yes, that's lovely.' She felt the silk of her smock turn wet and clammy from the water on the table, and almost wished she had taken the damned thing off. It had ridden up to her waist in any case, and she could see her own pubic curls as she anxiously raised her head. Mr Catchpole bent and took her wrists, then guided her hands until her arms were extended down two of the legs of the table.
   'That's it. Now grip the legs really, really hard.'
   'Oh, what...?' By the time Amelia felt the straps deftly pulled tight around her wrists it was too late. She gave a gasp of surprised protest. She had not seen any restraints around the table legs. With a surge of outrage, she realised that Mr Catchpole must have had them secreted in his pocket...
 
Fresh out of finishing school, the Honourable Amelia Colinbrooke is a proud young lady of nineteen. She is most decidedly not a giddy girl, and neither is her slightly younger cousin, Clara. When the two young ladies arrive at Hope Hall to stay with their Aunt Alicia and Uncle Alex, Amelia is, therefore, appalled to find herself consigned to the nursery. Here the pretty cousins learn that it has been ordained that they spend the summer, subject to a strict disciplinary regime.
 
As Amelia bridles under the rigours of nursery discipline, Lord Alex and Lady Alicia visit the Hatherby Reformatory to augment their staff, and Emma Swift soon finds herself despatched to the infamous Hope Hall. Like the other maids whose destiny it is to serve the masters of that ancient place, Emma is taught to dance to the rhythm of birch and leather, for beaten out of nubile flesh, the tune of birch and leather is the music of Hope Hall.

Again Lord Alex had paused and taken a pull at his cigar. '"The product was a great success. It was called Firefinger Sauce, and to this day features a dusky maid with watering eyes on the label!"'
   There could be only one eventual result of Lord Alex reading such material. Eventually he had closed the book with a snap so decided that it had caused Lucy to start. There had been a long pause, long enough for her to wonder, with mounting panic, what he planned to do with her.
   'It's late, so I think I will just give you a spanking, sweetheart. Pull up those skirts and get over my knee.'
   Lucy found the short skirts of the 'tutu' which she sometimes had to wear most shamefully revealing, yet the full skirts and petticoats of her full uniform had drawbacks of their own. Pulling up the voluminous material far enough to expose her bottom was not easy. Failure to do so adequately was certain to earn extra slaps. Somehow she had bent, billowing skirts and all, over her master's lap, but the tutting told her that she had not succeeded in baring her bottom to his satisfaction.
   Crack! 
   His hard hand stung her right thigh. 
   'Ooh!' 
   'Be silent, girl. I told you to lift your skirts.' There was a deal of rustling silk as he struggled with the copious material. 'These long skirts are a bother. As are all these petticoats. Still, your bottom does look peachy like that, against the folds of white cotton. You really must stop clenching it, though. You know that by now.' 
   There had been a warning growl in his voice and Lucy had somehow managed to relax her bottom-cheeks. Then she had been spanked. Lord Alex was a big man, extremely strong for all his indolent airs, and his hand was very, very hard. Lucy had tried to stay silent, as she was supposed to when her master spanked her, but all too soon found that the cries of pain were being forced through her tightly gritted teeth. Again and again his hand had come down, cracking across her bottom-cheeks, and then the backs of her thighs, where these were bare above the tops of her silk stockings. 
   Lord Alex had gruffly ordered her to be quiet, but her bottom stung like fury and little yips and gasps of pain spilled out with every smack as the pain built up and up and up... Perhaps he had been feeling merciful - more likely the reading had aroused him to the point where his own need had become urgent. Whatever the reason, for once, a short spanking was all Lord Alex had required her to endure. 
   'All right, get on your knees. Frig me, girl, quickly now.' 
   As fast as she could manage, the skirts slowing her down considerably, Lucy had sunk to her knees at his left side. A little hesitantly, but deftly nonetheless, she unbuttoned her master's breeches and took out his long thing. The sight of it, as always, made her feel a little dizzy. He had not ordered her to suck it on this occasion, so she had not. Instead, the maid leant forward and pumped a dainty fist up and down as she delicately teased his balls with her free hand. 
   'Oh, God, yes, that's it. You're getting better at this, you cheeky little bitch,' he had murmured between grunts of pleasure. 'Practice makes perfect, eh? You saucy baggage!' 
   Lucy's heart had skipped a beat at his words. She had been whipped enough times in the past for not getting this job right. Still she hardly dared hope it, but it seemed she might give satisfaction this time. She licked her lips anxiously and concentrated on the task in hand with renewed attention. 
   'Oh, God, yes!' 
   It had begun twitching in her hand and she could have sworn that the blue veins marbling the shaft were throbbing. Lucy had felt a surge of panic flood her. He had not given her any instructions for this stage. If he spurted and made a mess she might well earn a whipping, yet it was not her place to decide whether to catch his spending in her mouth, her hands or, as Lord Alex sometimes preferred, over her breasts. What was she supposed to do with it this time? 
   'All right, girl, take it in your mouth.' 
   Her question answered, Lucy had placed the glans between her lips in the very nick of time, for she felt the hot spurt hit the back of her throat a split second later. 
   Once she would have choked - but no longer. Lucy had been trained to swallow. Dutifully she accepted the fluid, keeping her head bowed and trying to ignore the burning of her bottom and the throbbing in her loins. 
   He had not taken her and she had known, only too well, what that was going to mean. 
   The footsteps were coming closer. Lucy took a breath and then froze again, trying not to set off any creaking of the bedstead. Surely it was he, coming to have mercy? 
   Lord Alex had picked up his book again as Mrs Pritchard had taken her to be manacled in bed. It was not impossible that his reading might have got her master aroused again. The image of Lord Alex on top of her, crushing her, his cock impaling her and taking her to blessed release, flooded the girl's fevered mind. She tried her best to ignore it. If he did not come, the picture would drive her completely to distraction. 
   Lucy gave a low, frustrated moan. 
   The footsteps had stopped but, to Lucy's horror, they had not stopped outside her door. From the sound of it those keys were rattling in the lock of Kitty's door, which was situated next to her own. No! She could not bear it! Listening to the little slut cry with pleasure as Lord Alex took her would be unendurable, though it was a torture she had had to endure more than once before. 
   There was a muffled sound like a hand impacting on soft flesh. Kitty's clear voice cried out with pain. There was a deep laugh. It was Lord Alex, all right. 
   Tears formed in Lucy's eyes; tears of jealousy and humiliation, but most of all, of sheer frustration. The itching was terrible now. Her pussy was due for shaving in the morning and stubble dusted the swollen tissues. The tiny hairs caught in the rough fibres of the blanket, exacerbating the chafing sensation until it sent her half-insane. If only there were more weight, she might have pressed her clit against the fabric and... But it was no good. The blanket was too insubstantial, and the incessant rubbing only tantalised her even further. 
   Something made her pause. It was the sound of the key in her door! Lucy groaned, barely daring to believe what she was hearing. The door swung open and Lord Alex stood in silhouette against the well-lit corridor. 
   'Well, Lucy. Not disturbing you, I hope.' 
   'Oh... Ah... No, no, sir,' she managed. 
   She felt the bed move as he sat on it and drew the blanket up slowly. Lucy had to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out with desperation. 
   'Just thought I would check. Tsk, tsk, it's ridden up again. I hope the blanket was not vexing on your skin, my dear.' 
   Relief flooded her as the blanket was lifted and cool air fanned across her shaven sex. 
   'What's this? It looks damp. Heavens, girl, you're all wet. I think I had better explore further.' 
   'Oh God, please... sir!' 
   'Getting a little whiskery again, aren't we? It's shaving day tomorrow, is it not?' 
   'Oh, ah, yes, sir...!' Lucy managed, trying not to think about the barber, due in the morning to put the maids through their twice-weekly ordeal by shaving brush and razor. A strong forefinger probed and slid inside her lubricated sex, and Lucy was powerless to prevent her lower abdomen bucking up to meet his hand. The chains restraining her clinked and the leather collar and cuffs creaked as her body fought against her bonds. Lord Alex laughed at the mewling, bucking creature that his maid had become, but Lucy was too far gone to care about anything, except one... 
   'Oh, fuck me, please, sir. Oh, God, fuck me, master.' She babbled and begged between incoherent howls of desperation. 
   Lord Alex did not grant her wish but he let her clit rub against the heel of his hand as his finger thrust deep inside her pussy. His other hand pushed her little nightdress up even further and squeezed her breasts. Lucy fought the wrist-cuffs and the ankle restraints with ever-growing frenzy as her master's hands took her to the point of orgasm, and then beyond. 
   Pleasure exploded through her body. The chains of Lucy's restraints and her iron bedstead rattled violently as she convulsed within the confines of her bondage, and shrieks of ecstasy filled the little room. She had been so desperate for so long that the climax came like an explosion of white light, wiping away awareness of anything but itself. 
   For a few seconds, at least. Soon enough, she came gasping back to awareness, of her state of helpless and naked bondage, and most of all to the smiling presence of Lord Alex, sitting on the bed and watching her. 
   'There, now,' he said in satisfied tones as she began to get her breath back, 'that's better, isn't it?' He pulled the nightdress down, covering her nakedness, for which Lucy was profoundly grateful. Even in the afterglow of her orgasm, the way she was restrained made her feel terribly vulnerable to his whims. 
   Lord Alex pulled the blanket up, bent to plant a fond kiss on Lucy's forehead, and then checked the chain that fixed her collar and wrist-cuffs to the iron bedstead. 
   'Dear me, this is a bit loose. I do hope Mrs Pritchard is not getting slack.' He produced a small key and unlocked the padlock that secured it, shortening the chain by a couple of links so that Lucy could move even less than before. He stroked her cheek before bending to kiss her gently on the lips. Then he rose and went to the door, turning to blow her a kiss before he locked it for the night. 
   'Good night, my dear. Sleep tight, as they say!'

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Hall of Infamy is high quality corporal punishment fiction
Friday, 2 July 2010  | 

Hall of Infamy is a highly developed erotic fantasy centered on the author's love of erotic discipline for women. The punishments, clothing and feelings of the numerous girls who get their invariably magnificent bottoms thrashed are described in an obsessive detail that can only come from genuine experience. This book is specialist, and a fine example of its type.


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