Obliged to Bend

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ISBN:  9781907976025
Author:  B. A. Bradbury
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Their Master's PleasureTheir Master's Pleasure
BondmaidenBondmaiden
Planet of PainPlanet of Pain

The governess stepped in front of the girl and took hold of her hands as requested. The two of them were now standing face to face, and I stood at Victoria’s left side.
   'Are you ready, Mrs Hammond?' I asked.
   I saw her take a firm grip on Victoria's hands. 'I am, sir.'
   'And you, Victoria? Are you quite ready?'
   'Yes, uncle.'
   'Very well. We will begin.'
   I took careful aim and delivered a crisp whack to the upper curve of Victoria's buttocks. She let out a little gasp and her hips pushed forward. I waited for her pale skin to flush - a pink band across the tops of her twin mounds.
   I wondered if Victoria grasped the significance of this moment. She had just crossed a major watershed in her life, having moved from the ranks of the un-spanked to those of the spanked. Life for her would never be the same...

It is the winter of 1896, and the happiest man in England is surely James Montgomery. Following the death of a distant cousin, the bachelor finds himself owner of a large estate, and guardian to three nubile young women: Cathy, Victoria and Elizabeth. A lifelong disciplinarian, James has fiendish plans for his wards - plans that involve his impressive collection of canes, straps, paddles and whips. The staff must also submit to the new master's will, as maids Alice and Rose soon discover to their cost.

To help him achieve his nefarious ends, James appoints a new governess: beautiful and buxom Irene Hammond, herself a devotee of the art of correction. Given sole charge of Willie the hallboy and Jack the stableboy, Irene is in seventh heaven, blissfully unaware that James has secret plans for her too!

With Irene's assistance, first Victoria then Cathy fall prey to their guardian's scheming, and feel the sting of tawse and paddle on tender young flesh. Now only the clever and lovely Elizabeth eludes his grasp... but for how much longer can she hold out?

Victoria's 'accident' with the vase occurred on a Monday. A cynical individual might conclude I had arranged it that way deliberately, to give the unfortunate girl the rest of the week to contemplate her fate. My wards had never been beaten in their lives, but they had heard Alice and Rose in full cry on many an occasion and could be in no doubt as to the severity of my punishments.
   The house was remarkably subdued over the next few days, the more so as Friday drew near. Victoria was very withdrawn, and even Elizabeth's cool confidence seemed to have taken a knock. Once or twice she appeared on the verge of speaking with me, perhaps to request leniency for her sister, but I hardened my face each time she approached, and her words remained unspoken.
   Friday evening came at last. As the clock was striking six Mrs Hammond led Victoria into the study.
   The governess, I should explain, had not been made privy to my plan. She had listened to my address to the household on the subject of the vase with suitable gravity, and nothing in her expression at the time suggested she took it at less than face value. And yet, looking at her now, it seemed to me she harboured suspicions. Certainly she would remember the story of Cathy and the broken picture frame, and perhaps the similarities were sufficient to raise doubts in her mind. Although we never discussed the matter, either then or later, I was sure she knew I had contrived the whole affair. She was, as I said before, a very astute woman.
   Now, however, we were both concerned with the matter in hand - young Victoria's first (but by no means last, if I had any say in the matter) punishment.
   I sat at my desk, my face set in my sternest expression. The cane was there in front of me as usual, but I doubted I would be using it this evening. Other implements, I felt, were more appropriate to a first spanking.
   I contemplated the unfortunate young woman before me, who was not, I have to say, looking particularly happy at that moment. Her eyes were downcast, her hands clasped behind her back, her whole demeanour that of someone who would definitely prefer to be elsewhere.
   'Victoria,' I said, in a voice like an undertaker, 'do you know why you are here?'
   'Yes, Uncle James,' she whispered.
   'Speak up, girl. Explain to me why you are here.'
   'Because I broke the vase.' This was a little louder, though only a little.
  'The priceless vase,' I reminded her, exaggerating monstrously; one shilling and three-pence it cost, if memory serves me correctly. 'For breaking a priceless vase,' I went on, 'do you think you deserve to be punished?'
   She didn't answer, but merely hung her head even lower. I glanced at Irene Hammond and risked a conspiratorial wink. The governess's eyes were bright with anticipation, she was clearly having difficulty maintaining her own suitably stern expression. I wasn't the only one who was relishing this, clearly.
   'Come, Victoria,' I said, 'you must answer when I speak. Should I punish you?'
   'Yes, uncle,' she murmured.
   'Very well,' I said. 'As this is your first offence, I had thought to let you off with a warning, but you've elected to be punished, and I shall respect your wishes. Mrs Hammond, how many strokes has this unhappy person earned by her gross carelessness?'
   'I think,' the good woman replied, 'two dozen, sir.'
   'Very well - two dozen it is. Kindly prepare the penitent in any way you deem appropriate.'
   It was Irene Hammond's own suggestion, made to me the previous day, that I utter these precise words at this point in the proceedings. When I'd asked what particular preparations she had in mind, she had merely smiled and asked if she might keep it a surprise. As I enjoy surprises - particularly pleasant surprises, which this promised to be - I agreed, intrigued as to what she had in mind. Was Victoria to be fitted with harness and bridle, I wondered? Was she wearing red French silk knickers beneath her skirts, and were these now to be revealed in all their glory? After a day of waiting and wondering, I was about to find out.
   'Take off your clothes, Victoria,' Mrs Hammond said, in a tone that brooked no argument. 'Every last stitch, now.'
   I'm not sure who was the most surprised, my ward or me. Surprised and delighted in my case, needless to say, rather than surprised and horrified as with Victoria. The girl gasped and looked at the governess in shock. I merely gawped, wondering if I had heard correctly. For a young woman to be naked in front of an adult male, even if the male in question was her guardian, was a thing unheard of.
   'Quickly now,' Mrs Hammond snapped, 'or I shall be recommending an extra dozen for tardiness. Are you to keep your uncle waiting all day?'
   Open-mouthed, Victoria turned to me. Fortunately I was able to compose my own features in time, and now gave a solemn nod. If Irene Hammond believed she could pull this off then she had my wholehearted support.
   Victoria's face crumpled. To my utter astonishment her hands went to the back of her neck and she unfastened the top button on her dress. Mrs Hammond undid the rest. Undressing her was hardly a quick operation, but I wasn't complaining. The slow revelation of successive garments - in the knowledge that these, though manifold, were not inexhaustible - was a most stimulating experience.
   Victoria remained silent throughout the disrobing, never once voicing her opinion on the proceedings. As each item of clothing was discarded Mrs Hammond folded it neatly and draped it over the back of a chair.
   Finally Victoria was naked, with not the merest strip of fabric between her most intimate regions and my gimlet gaze. For a brief moment only her full charms were on display, then her right hand moved to cover her groin, and her left forearm covered her breasts. I was naturally disappointed at this, though her modesty was perfectly understandable. That she had consented to undress at all was nothing short of a miracle. Acutely embarrassed, her cheeks were the colour of strawberries and she was trembling most appealingly.
   My dilemma, of course, was how to get a better look at her. 'Kindly move your arms so I can see your tits and cunny' might do it, but would make me sound like a drooling, lecherous old man. 'Stand to attention, girl!' was slightly less obvious, perhaps, but I could think of no credible reason why I should need her to adopt a guardsman's pose at that particular moment.
   Fortunately, Mrs Hammond had anticipated this difficulty. She now produced a length of black ribbon from her pocket and instructed Victoria to tie up her hair.
   'And carefully, mind,' the governess added. 'I want to see it neatly done.'
   There was real authority in her voice. Lots of practice with the bishop's sons, I supposed. Few young women of Victoria's age would find it easy to defy such a voice. This was the first real opportunity I'd had to observe Irene Hammond in action, as it were, and I was most impressed.
   At the same time I was not a little surprised at Victoria's early capitulation. True, there had been unhappy looks aplenty, and a general sluggishness when removing her things, but I would have expected more of a show of resistance. Some of this I put down to Mrs Hammond's no-nonsense manner, but still...
   A few moments later all such thoughts became academic. Since it is patently impossible to fasten a ribbon one handed, Victoria was obliged to raise both arms to undertake the task. Her delights, no more than glimpsed previously, could now be savoured to the full.
   She was plump, certainly, but she possessed a sensual voluptuousness that simply could not be denied. She looked literally good enough to eat. Her breasts were larger than I had expected, tipped with swollen nipples of the palest pink imaginable. Her belly bulged delightfully, and beneath was a nest of curls two shades lighter than the hair on her head.
   All too soon the copper locks were trussed up, and my opportunity to gaze on her sadly came to an end - or so I feared. But my spirits were soon lifted when Mrs Hammond chided the girl, saying she had made a poor show of her hair and promptly ordered her do it all over again. My respect for the woman rose even higher.
   At last it was done, and in so tidy a fashion even the most critical governess could not object. I went to the cupboard and selected the medium weight ruler. I say 'ruler', but there were no graduations marked upon its surface. It was simply a flat strip of polished ash a little over an inch wide, a quarter of an inch thick, and perhaps eighteen inches long. An inoffensive item compared with many in my collection, yet still capable of inflicting a cruel sting when wielded energetically. An eminently suitable choice, in fact, for a young lady's first punishment.
   I approached the pair of them, and saw Victoria staring at the ruler fearfully. Though I thought it unlikely she would bolt, I wanted to take no chances.
   'Mrs Hammond,' I said, 'if you would kindly hold Victoria's hands. She may find it a comfort during her ordeal.'
   The governess stepped in front of the girl and took hold of her hands as requested. The two of them were now standing face to face, and I stood at Victoria's left side.
   'Are you ready, Mrs Hammond?' I asked.
   I saw her take a firm grip on Victoria's hands. 'I am, sir.'
   'And you, Victoria? Are you quite ready?'
   'Yes, uncle.'
   'Very well. We will begin.'
   I took careful aim and delivered a crisp whack to the upper curve of Victoria's buttocks. She let out a little gasp and her hips pushed forward. I waited for her pale skin to flush - a pink band across the tops of her twin mounds.
   I wondered if Victoria grasped the significance of this moment. She had just crossed a major watershed in her life, having moved from the ranks of the un-spanked to those of the spanked. Life for her would never be the same...

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