The
Humiliation of Redman Dane
Chapter
Three
It
had taken the labourers over seven hours to free young Redman Dane
from the partially collapsed chimney breast in which he was trapped.
For all those hours Redman had to remain stuck in the same
uncomfortable and humiliating position. His bare bottom, the only
part of him which was visible, fully exposed and thrust out of the
tiny gap, in what was left of the dumb waiter, complete with a huge
cucumber sticking out of his tight anus, into which, a goodly portion
of the salad vegetable had been rammed.
Over
the hours during which Redman remained trapped, a succession of staff
members found excuses to visit the basement kitchen where they could
enjoy the sight of their employer's much disliked son's humiliation.
From his position, within the chimney breast, Redman could not see
them, but he knew they were there, due to the stifled giggles and
sniggers his acute sense of hearing could pick up through the wall,
the awareness of their presence adding greatly to his mortification.
He
suspected, without proof, that the workmen were deliberately taking
their time, in order to prolong his ordeal. The proof that he was
100% correct, was written on the burley men's grinning faces hidden
from him. behind the ancient, crumbling, brickwork.
It
was not until mid-Afternoon, that he was finally freed and the men
lifted him out of the hole in the wall they had created , and placed
him on a old Crimean war stretcher which they had found stored in the
sub basement, beneath the kitchen.
To
Redman's dismay, he found that, due to the combined effect of the
unnatural “folded double” position he had been in so long, and
the fact that the cucumber was pressing on an internal nerve, he was
initially unable to straighten up or lie on his back. Consequently
he was required to crouch, “doggy style” on the stretcher, with
his bare bottom raised and the protruding cucumber pointing upwards,
like a triumphant conqueror's flagpole on a snowy summit.
It
was in this position that the workmen carried him, on the stretcher
through the house, past a grinning crowd of household servants and
guests, all of them almost as delighted by what they were viewing as
Redman was mortified at being the subject of such an exposed and
demeaning spectacle.
Adding
to his misery was the sight of young Assumpta Bottomley, the
temptress who his planned assignation with had resulted in his
humiliating downfall. standing on the stairway watching as he was
carried past. The woman he had hoped to deflower was now observing
his disgrace, with a mocking glint in her eye.
In
addition, they were just crossing the hallway when Redman's
stepmother, Lady Eloise Dane, arrived home from calling on friends,
and stood, still wearing her shawl, amazed at what she was seeing.
Redman
had mixed feelings for his stepmother, she was only about 12 years
older than him, and a handsome woman. Whilst he had long resented
her as an intruder in the family, at the same time, as he grew into
adulthood, he had begun to find her sexually alluring.
These
complex emotions added a sharp sting to the embarrassment to the fact
when was witnessing him in this state. How
would he ever live this day down?
In
addition to the mortifying sense of humiliation, Redman's conflicted
emotions also included a feeling of white hot fury primarily directed
at Ruth Gallagher, who had predictably taken control of the
situation, and was barking instructions at the workmen.
Irrationally,
Redman blamed her primarily for what had happened to him, he was
certain it was she who had been prowling the upstairs corridors,
casing his ill fated decision to hide in the old, and, as it turn
out, very fragile dumb waiter.
The
fact that it was his desire to enjoy the pleasures of the fair
Assumpta which had led to his unfortunate encounter with her mother
and subsequent naked misadventure, would have required a fair
analysis, and Reman was in no mood for fairness.
Miss
Galagher instructed the men to carry the stretcher into a small wood
panelled chamber, with a large stained glass window, in the west wing
of the house which had been hastily set up as a medical room.
“Put
Young Master Redman on the table!” she said pointing to a high
wooden table draped with a dark brown blanket.
As
instructed the, still grinning, men lifted Reman from the stretcher
and placed him on the table, still kneeling and with the cucumber
still sticking resolutely out of his bottom, like the tail of the
“doggie” which was comically reflected in the pose which the
young aristocrat had been forced to adopt.
In
addition to Miss Gallagher and Redman's stepmother, who had followed
them into the room. there was a tall blonde woman in her early 40's
in a nurses' uniform standing by the window, but no sign of the local
doctor.
“Dr
McLaggan has been called to an accident at the mine” explained Miss
Gallagher “There have been many injuries. So he has sent Mavis
Bumble, the practise nurse to attend to you!”
“The
Doctor need to get his priorities correct!” snapped Redman, he
haughty arrogance melding incongruously with his humiliatingly
compromised situation “I'm more important than a few bruised tunnel
diggers!”
He
cast a scornful glance at Nurse Bumble “If I have to be manhandled
by a lowly nurse, you had better get on with it woman!”
Nurse
Bumble, suppressed the impulse to respond sharply to the handsome but
obnoxious young patient, however, her professional pride was
affronted and she seethed inside. As a nurse she was renowned for
the gentleness of her healing hands, however, with a flash of anger
she resolved to be somewhat less gentle with Redman Dane.
“I
will do my best Sir!” she murmured “despite my inadequacies
…....!”
She
stepped forward and spent a little longer than necessary studying
Redman's remarkably well proportioned bottom and the large salad
vegetable protruding from it.
She
then took hold of the cucumber and attempted to wiggle it, barely
resisting the impulse to grin at the sound of Reman's involuntary
gasp. “Hmmmm!” she said “This has been rammed into the passage
very tightly, and it seems to be quite deeply in!”
“Very
deep!” grumbled Redman
“With
due respect Sir, you really should not put objects up there you could
damage yourself!”
“I
didn't put it there you stupid woman!” growled Redman “I was
assaulted! …. now get the damn thing out!!”
“As
you say Sir!” purred Nurse Bumble, who was by now a seriously angry
woman “she grabbed hold of the cucumber between a tight fist and
and gave it a vigorous wiggle , causing Redman to curse angrily.
“Be
careful woman! That hurts!” He snapped
“I
have to be forceful sir, it is in deep and will not come out easily!”
“Could
you try rotating it nurse?” enquired Lady Dane
“Or
perhaps you could see if you can push it in and out?” suggested
Miss Gallagher helpfully.
Redman
flinched with a mixture shame and horror at this three females taking
such an interest in the most private and intimate part of his body
and his humiliating predicament.
Secretly
delighted at the opportunity to make Redman's ordeal as uncomfortable
as she could, Nurse Bumble was happy to attempt both of the ladies'
suggestions. Although her attempts to rotate the cucumber were
unsuccessful, attempting to push the object in and out provided a
more positive outcome and she was able to feel the cucumber begin to
move.
Redman's
reaction was significantly less positive as he realise to his outrage
and horror, that he was effectively being anally violated.
“You
are damn well fucking me woman!” he cried
“LANGUAGE
Redman!” snapped Lady Dane, “How dare you speak that tavern
language in front of me! …. the nurse is just doing her job!”
“Behave
boy!” commanded Miss Gallagher
Redman
was left with no option to obey and endure, he lowered his head into
his hands and wished for death.
Finally,
after Redman had suffered many more long minutes of discomfort and
humiliation, the nurse succeed in extracting the very stubborn
cucumber from the tight orifice unto which it had been embedded.
However,
that was not the end of Redman's humiliating ordeal, for he then was
obliged to stand, naked and ashamed in front of the two very serious
ladies, as they lectured him about his behaviour, and how he had
shamed his family in front of the staff and local yeomen.
This
further humiliation merely served to rub salt into his already tender
and damaged pride.
Redman
did not dress for dinner that evening and his place at the dining
table was empty, as it's usual occupant remained in his bedroom
sulking and reluctant to show his face after such a humiliating
experience.
As
he lay naked on his bed thinking about what had happened, his
embarrassment began to transform into anger and then fury. The anger
was directed at one person. Irrational at it might be, he blamed
Ruth Gallagher for what had befallen him.
The
sound of her, now hated voice and cruel laughter echoed through his
head as he recalled her standing there, next to his step mother, a
mocking expression on her face as she supervised the various
humiliating ordeals he had recently suffered.
As
the hours passed, Redman became more and more determined to achieve
revenge for the indignity and humiliation he had suffered. He was a
man, he was the second son of one of the richest families in the
county, he would not be mocked and shamed by an old woman, who was,
after all, no more than a servant.
Vengeance
was his due, and it would be sweet when it was achieved. Ruth
Gallagher would pay dearly for her mockery, it only remained to
decide how to do it.
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The
answer to Redman's dilemma arrived two days later in the form of Lady
Amelia Fortescue-Dane, Redman's magnificently wealthy Aunt, on one of
her regular visits to see the family and dote on her favourite and
most handsome nephew.
Redman
was generally conflicted by his aunt's affection for him, she had an
irritating habit of speaking to him as if he was a mischievous but
indulged child, which could be highly embarrassing. However, she was
also his guarantee of great wealth when she passed, and he would
tolerate anything for the sake of that expectation.
“You
were the most beautiful baby I had ever seen!” cooed Lady Amelia ”I
used to just adore watching your nurse powdering your lovely little
pink bottom!! I had to fight the temptation to give it a little
smack!”
Redman endeavoured to smile politely at the story
he had heard fifty times before “The old mare is now going to say
she' sure my damn arse still looks the same!” he thought as he
inwardly cringed with embarrassment, and wished his step mother
wasn't standing next to him listening to it all.
“I
am sure your little bottom is still as adorable, and in need of some
more powder, and maybe a smack!”
“I
am sure I don't deserve a smack Aunt!” replied Redman through
gritted terth
“I
am not so sure about that!” murmered Elouise, his stepmother,
dryly.
Despite
his irritation at the conversation, Redman was especially preoccupied
with one object, the magnificent necklace of diamonds and pearly
which hung round the old lady's neck.
Lady
Amelia variously claimed the necklace had been given to her by a
Hungarian count, who had once been her lover, or it was a family
heirloom passed down through the generations. Whatever the truth, it
was renowned to be of great value and likely to be swiftly sold, were
Redman to inherit it.
However.
As of now, Redman had more immediate plans for the necklace, which
would suit his current plans very well indeed.
_____________It
was mid morning the following day when Redman's vallet Able Griffiths
was passing a corridor on the third floor, where the more senior
behold staff had their rooms when he spotted a sight which made him
instantly suspicious.
He
saw his master, young Redman Dane exiting a room which, as far
Griffiths was aware, he would have little if any cause to enter.
There was also a surreptitious manner to Redman's body language, as
he glanced around nervously, which convinced Griffiths that his
handsome young master was up to no good.
Griffith
watched as Redman quietly shut the door behind him and hurried down
the corridor, once again, hos movements seemed secretive, confirming
his man servant's suspicion that he had been up to something
underhand.
Grifiths
was well aware of Redman's malicious nature, and guessed that
whatever, the reason for his secretive presence in those rooms, it
would not be in usual inhabitant's best interests. It was pure good
chance he was there to witness it. He grinned to himself, he had
enjoyed watching Redman's humiliating comeuppance at the hands of the
Governess and the maid, maybe he would soon get to observe similar
entertainment.
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Ruth
Galagher, together with the Housekeeper and Head Butler, was one of
small number of the Household retinue, who was well thought of by the
family and who was of sufficient seniority, to have their own rooms
on the third floor of the large manor house. These included a tiny
parlour, where she spent most evening's in comfort, reading, sewing,
playing the piano, or occasionally entertaining one of the, much
younger, footman.
It
was out of Ruth's parlour that Griffiths had spotted Redman creeping
earlier that day. Griffiths had hurried to tell the Governess what he
had seen, and they had come straight to the parlour to search for
what had been hidden there.
It
did not take them long to find it, Griffith felt inside a Vase on the
mantle piece and lifted out what he found there, before holding it
up, glittering in the light.
“Well,
well!” he said
“Lady Fortescue-Dane's gems!”
For
a moment even Ruth was shocked “The young rogue, must have planted
them, so I would be blamed for their theft!” she gasped “I know
he was always a spiteful boy but I didn't think he could be that
vindictive!”
“He'll
be sorry when we report this to her Ladyship!” said Griffith , who
was less surprised, as Redman's Valet he was well placed to
understand his young master's character.
“Not
so fast!” said Ruth, quickly regaining her composure. “We need
to handle this the right way, we have the opportunity to teach young
Master Redman Dane a lesson he will never forget!”
Griffin
met the older woman's eyes, and instantly recognised a kindred soul.
They gave each other a wicked grin, they were going to enjoy the game
they were about to play.
Redman,
however, would not enjoy it, not at all!
To
be continued
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