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ISBN:  9781907753848
Author:  Rosanna Challis
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Out of Her DepthOut of Her Depth

To Hetty's utmost dismay and horror he lifted her skirt so that her petticoat and drawers were exposed. She could feel the hard, masculine thighs beneath her stomach and smell the odour of pomade and cigar smoke that the man exuded. At the same time she was aware of the warm weight of his hand across her backside. They were foreign sensations, both frightening and exciting, and she felt something equally alien stirring within herself.
   'This is not right, sir,' Leonard said, coming forward, but Sir Victor pushed him away.
   'She is new to our house, Leonard, and must learn that such behaviour as snooping at keyholes will not be tolerated here. I dare say she learned bad habits in your late aunt's employ, so she must have them beaten out of her.'

When young Hetty goes into service at Longton Hall, she falls victim to the depraved appetites of her master, Sir Victor. Lady Alice, suspecting her husband of debauchery, persuades Hetty to disguise herself as a man and spy on him.

Pretending to be 'George', her fictional brother, Hetty is obliged to take part in Sir Victor's licentious revels. But she has a secret ally in Leo, his son.

Hetty and Leo are increasingly involved in the dark doings of the lecherous lord, enduring all kinds of humiliation, and they plan to escape. But Leo still doesn't know that his beloved Hetty is also George, his best friend...

Lady Alice was waiting for her in the large, airy drawing room but she was not alone. A tall young man was standing beside her. Hetty glanced at him briefly, before modesty overtook her and she averted her gaze. But even a mere glance can deliver a powerful first impression. The man had features of classical proportions, with a long straight nose and soft brown eyes that were framed by well-shaped dark brows. Yet between those brows was a deep ravine, etched by a constant frown. His mouth was full and sensual, but his lips were drawn tight over his teeth with habitual tension. Hetty sensed that he would be considered very handsome if he were more relaxed, but now his demeanour was that of one awaiting some terrible fate: not one that was imminent, but a prospect that had haunted him for some time.
   'This is the latest addition to our household,' Lady Alice was saying, as Hetty effected a hasty curtsey. 'Miss Hetty is my personal maid.'
   A large hand with long, delicate fingers was proffered and she reached forward to grasp it, briefly. 'How do you do, Miss Hetty?'
   'I am very well, thank you, sir.'
   'This is Leonard, my only son and heir,' her mistress said. Instead of the note of pride that Hetty would have expected to detect, her tone was slightly anxious. 'He has been away at college, but will be living here for the foreseeable future. As yet he has no valet, so he may require your services with a needle from time to time. Do not be surprised if you find some of his garments in my dressing room, needing your attention.'
   'Yes, my lady.'
   'That is all, Hetty. Please return to your duties.'
   Hetty went up to her room where a pile of mending awaited her. She had much to ponder as she plied her needle that afternoon. What kind of family had she come to serve? The husband was inclined to grope; the wife had a mind to mope; while the son was some kind of dope! She smiled to herself; later she would perhaps make up a little rhyme to tell Rose. At least she had one friend in that place.
   Later that afternoon, Hetty was making her way down to the kitchen in order to wash Lady Alice's hair and clothes brushes in soda, when she heard a commotion coming from the library. There was no one around, and curiosity got the better of her. She crept to the door and listened, her eyes darting all round so that she could spring out of the way if anyone should come along.
   'What you need, sir, is a good walloping!' she heard Sir Victor exclaim.
   'No, father, I am too old for that,' came Leonard's calm voice. 'Or should I say, too big and strong? You chastised me brutally when I was a boy, but now I am a man you cannot treat me in the same way.'
   'Don't you be so sure of that,' his father sneered. 'I have other means at my disposal now, my boy. I could cut you off without a penny, if I so desired. And I will too, by God, if you cross me! Your coming of age will be celebrated in the way I think fit, so let there be no more argument. Remember, I am the one who is to foot the bill.'
   'But...'
   'But me no buts. You have not yet reached your majority and I am the master in this house. Go now, and…'
   Sensing the door would soon open, Hetty darted back from it but lost her footing on the polished floor and went sprawling, dropping the brushes with a clatter. The door swung rapidly open and there stood Sir Victor, looking down at her.
   'Listening at keyholes, missy?' he snarled.
   'N-no, sir. I was just passing, and...'
   'And happened to overhear our conversation, no doubt. On your feet, hussy! I will teach you that prying and snooping are not tolerated in this household. In here!'
   Terrified, Hetty scrambled to her feet again and retrieved the fallen brushes. She did not want to venture into the study, but Sir Victor pulled her arm so roughly that she was obliged to follow, fearing her limb would otherwise be wrenched out of its socket. Once she was inside he shut the door behind them.
   Leonard stood there, aghast. 'Father, do not treat the poor girl so roughly!'
   'Roughly? I'll show you roughly!' Sir Victor exclaimed. He pulled Hetty over to the big leather armchair in the centre of the room. Still grasping her by the wrist, he sat down on it with his sturdy legs apart. 'Bend over my knee, missy! I'll show you how we treat spies here!'
   'Father, no!' Leonard protested.
   'Watch and learn!' his father said, pulling Hetty down across his outspread thighs. 'This is how you should treat a wicked woman. Show them who's boss, or they will always have the upper hand. Now she shall have a taste of my hand. Watch this!'
   To Hetty's utmost dismay and horror he lifted her skirt so that her petticoat and drawers were exposed. She could feel the hard, masculine thighs beneath her stomach and smell the odour of pomade and cigar smoke that the man exuded. At the same time she was aware of the warm weight of his hand across her backside. They were foreign sensations, both frightening and exciting, and she felt something equally alien stirring within herself.
   'This is not right, sir,' Leonard said, coming forward, but Sir Victor pushed him away.
   'She is new to our house, Leonard, and must learn that such behaviour as snooping at keyholes will not be tolerated here. I dare say she learned bad habits in your late aunt's employ, so she must have them beaten out of her.'
   Hetty felt his hand strike the seat of her drawers with a resounding thud. The soft cotton cloth took some of the sting away, but she still felt the pain and humiliation of being spanked. Such a thing had not happened to her since she was a young child, living in her father's house. To think that her bully of a master would do such a thing in front of his own son! Her eyes stung with hot tears of rage and embarrassment.
   He struck again, making her wriggle with discomfort, but despite her indignation, Hetty felt a stimulating warmth suffuse her lower quarters, back and front. It was not unpleasant, and filled her with a strange languor.
   Sir Victor gave her a third smack then pushed her off his lap onto the carpet and stood up. He remained there in front of the window, legs planted firmly apart and hands behind his back, apparently well pleased with his efforts. Hetty got to her feet, but could not bear to look at either man. She stared down at the coloured pattern of the carpet, blinking away her tears.
   'The wench will not act disrespectful again, I trow,' he said, speaking about her as if she were not there.
   'You have acted shamefully, sir,' Leonard declared, and she felt a rush of gratitude. She knew what a risk the son was taking to stand up to so cruel a father.
   'No, it is that hussy who feels the shame,' Sir Victor replied. Then, addressing her directly, he added, 'Are you not smarting with the pain of humiliation, missy, a pain just as sharp as that of your aching posterior? Answer me!'
   Hetty wanted to echo Leonard's words, to tell the beast that he had acted wrongly, but she dared not. Instead she hung her head and murmured a cowardly, 'Yes, sir.'
   'Now, dismiss!' her tormentor snapped.
   She could not obey fast enough. Half stumbling out of the room, her mistress's brushes gathered in her apron, she made straight for the kitchen with burning cheeks - all four of them - and tears stinging her eyes...
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Sunday, 10 January 2010  | 

Hetty Addleston finds herself unemployed after the death of her employer Lady Dorothea; an elderly woman whom she had taken care of in her declining years. She is then offered a position at the home of Sir Victor Carstairs and his wife Lady Alice. However, it doesn't take Hetty long to discover that her employers are a strange family indeed. Sir Victor is an old lecher who likes to fondle and abuse his female staff; Lady Alice tries to sexually arouse her husband (and has a small selection of dildos for her amusement); and their less than manly son Leo who will someday inherit the estate, but is disliked by his father. In addition Sir Victor likes to host exotic parties at a small house on the estate for his entertainment. Hetty must, somehow keep her virtue (and job) all the while being pursued by Sir Victor.

Meanwhile, at the request of Lady Alice she dons male clothes and pretends to be her brother George befriending Leo, who sorely needs decent male company, given that his father seeks to introduce him to his debauched ways. This is a fun novel from Chimera Books; well written, with believable sex scenes and a good ending. Well worth buying!


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