The Humiliation of Redman Dane
Prologue
Magenta Mae Dosett stood quietly in
her her bed chamber, her dark eyes focused lovingly on the most
enchanting and captivating sight she could ever have imagined,
illuminated in all its glory by the early summer afternoon shining
through the open window and onto her bed. The beautiful golden
haired young man who lay naked and asleep amongst the rumpled sheets
was Redman Dane, the second son of the richest family in the area.
Reman was generally considered the handsomest young man in the
county, and, to Magenta's stunned delight, he was hers.
That is to say, at least he would
soon be hers, for he had promised they would wed, as soon as the time
was right. His beauty and that promise had been enough for her to
give herself to him, she had done so willingly, lustily and with joy,
as she had done again just an hour earlier.
He had not been clear when the time
would be right, but he had only to look into his deep blue eyes to
know he spoke the truth. They were in love and she could never doubt
him.
Magenta's besotted eyes travelled
down Redman's firm, athletic young body, and then she smiled as they
rested on his upturned bare bottom, for he had the most beautiful
bottom she had ever seen or dreamed of. Not square, spotty or hairy
like a the farm boys she had once dallied with, but smooth, round,
hairless and snowy white. Pert and perfectly formed globes, she
lovingly compared her young lover's buttock cheeks to two freshly
boiled eggs, and those perfect eggs were now nestling in her bed.
Redman's handsome rump was also,
surprisingly tender, as she had recently discovered when she had
given it a playful slap during lovemaking and he had reacted with
anger, as if she had inflicted a much harder blow, and firmly
instructed her that a woman should not do such a disrespectful thing
to a man.
Of course, she demurred to him, and
suppressed her secret fantasy to spank him like a naughty child. His
arrogance came with his high birth and could be easily tolerated
given there was so much else to compensate for it. After all, that
beautiful bottom, and the rest of his lithe young body would be hers
forever once they were wed, and there were so many other games they
could play.
Magenta was equally enchanted by
Redman's handsome face, beneath his golden locks was a face which to
her mind could have been chiselled by Michaelangelo, a firm jaw with
a dimpled cleft chin full lips and well shaped nose and eyes which
were blue like the sea in summer, Redman had a face to make a maiden
gasp and lose all sense of modesty. In Redman's arms, all thought of
modesty had become but a faint memory to the lusty farmer's daughter.
Her immodest thoughts were brought
to an abrupt halt by a loud banging on the bedroom door and her
father's voice raised in anger “Open the door daughter!” he
shouted “Have you got one of those damn field boys in there with
you? Or is that Dane toff sniffing around you again like the randy
hound dog he is?”
Awoken by the noise Redman jumped
still naked from the bed and looked quickly around the room as if
seeking a hiding place. Finding none, he turned angrily to Magenta
Mae “You said your father was out all day!” he whispered.
“He was at the market, to buy
sheep, but he's come home early” the girl whispered back “he must
have suspected”
“How do I get out of here?”
snapped the young gallant, in increasing nervous anger “Is there
another door?”
“Only the window my love!, but
there is no need to flee!” she replied “Now is the opportunity to
tell him, tell we are to be wed, that will change everything, he will
not be angry if he knows we are to marry!”
“MARRY? Are you mad?!”
snapped Redman “I can't marry a farm girl?!!”
“b..but my love you said …..”
Before she could finish, an
irritated Redman had grabbed by the shoulder with one hand, and
placed his other hand over her mouth “Hush woman!” he commanded
“Men say things in a moment of passion, surely you did not believe
me, I have my position to consider.” he shook her “Put those
foolish thoughts away, and help me get out of here before he breaks
down the door!”
Magenta Mae was in shock, she could
not believe what the man, who just an hour ago had said he loved her
more than life itself, had just revealed. All she could do was point
to the window “That's the only way....”
Redman pushed her aside and ran to
the window, and was about to clamber through when he stopped and
looked down, this was certainly not an attractive escape route,
beneath the window there was a sheer ten or twelve foot drop into
what appeared to be a large bed of nettles.
“Good god!, it's overgrown with
nettles!” he hissed “Don't you people have a gardener?”
Magenta Mae spoke calmly, and her
voice did not alert him to the mounting anger inside her “The boy
who used to do it went to war and never returned, with so many men
away father could not spare workers from the farm to dig up weeds!”
“WEEDS?” he cried “Those are
damnable nettles … stinging nettles”
He peered out through the window
anxious to find a means of escape which avoided the drop and the
nettles.
Behind him, Magenta Mae was frozen
to the spot staring at the back of the naked young man, in who's arms
she had lain a mere hour before, as he protested undying love for
her, and she realised what a fool she had been and how badly he had
used her.
Later she would feel sorry, and
maybe nurse a broken heart, but now all she felt was anger, anger
which was steadily growing into a molten hot fury and a desire for
revenge. It was generations since the last gypsy in her bloodline had
abandoned their caravan, but the blood of her ancestors still surged
through her veins, and when crossed Magenta Mae was a dangerous
enemy.
The young man at the window was
about to discover quite how dangerous she was.
Her eyes again fixed on Redman's
bare bottom, that beautiful, perfect bottom, which she now knew would
never be hers to kiss, stoke, pat or just gaze at lovingly. Well, she
resolved, if she could not possess Redan Dane's beautiful bottom, she
could ensure it suffered pain!
She turned to the carved wooden
dresser by the wall near her bed, and quietly picked up the hat pin
she had left there when removing her hat after Church on Sunday. It
was her favourite pin with an attractive cameo at one end and long
pin, about five inches long, with a very sharp point.
Then holding the pin like a stiletto
blade, she tiptoed across the room, her cotton nightdress making no
sound which would alert Redman to her approach. Even if he had heard
her, she knew his arrogant mind could never imagine she, a mere
“farm girl” would dare do do what she was about to do.
There he was before her, the most
handsome man in the county, his beautiful young body, naked as she
had always loved to see him, but she no longer felt the tender love
which she had only moments before, that passion had been been
replaced by a much darker one.
As the angry woman crept close to
him, Redman bent forward, peering out of the window, seeking a nettle
sting free escape route, with his perfect, peach like rump raised
towards her, and presenting the perfect target for the punishment she
planned to inflict.
Then with a fast sword thrust
motion, accompanied by a stream of furious words which no innocent
maiden was supposed to know, she jabbed the hat pin into the tempting
target before her.
Redman let out a howl on anguish at
the sudden searing pain in his buttocks, instinctively lunging
forward to escape the source of the pain. Unfortunately for Redman,
already leaning forward, that instant and violent motion caused him
to lose his footing, and sent him tumbling through the window in a
cartwheel like motion.
Realising, too late, that he was
falling, he made a desperate attempt to save himself, by grabbing at
the window frame, but failed, and the next second he was hurtling
towards the ground, flipping over in the air as he did so.
The impact of Redman's fall was
soften, albeit not un-painfully, by the fact that he landed, bare
bottom first in a large bunch of stinging nettles, which, although
saving him from crippling or life threatening injury, left him with
painful nettle stings to his buttocks, inner thighs and testicles.
He jumped up clutching at his
burning, nettle stung and hat pin jabbed rump, the nettles painfully
stinging his bare legs and feet as he did so.
He looked up, and saw Magenta Mae
looking down at him with an ugly sneer on her full lips, “How dare
you do that to me you whore spawn strumpet!” he snarled.
It was then he remembered he was
naked and realised it was unwise to offend the woman in possession of
his clothes, despite her viscous attack on him.
Quickly changing his tone he called
out to her “Throw down my clothes my sweet!”
“Ha! You can beg for those
m'lord!” She snarled back “You can run home, naked as a babe, see
how you like that! …. It's only ten miles across the fields!” She
flicked an obscene gesture towards him “And I hope the Foxton hunt
chase you down, unless my Dad shoots you first!” With that she
slammed the window. She quickly walked across the room, picked up
her ex-lover's discarded breeches and unceremoniously threw them onto
the still smouldering fire, her maid had lit that morning.
Watching as the breeches caught
alight, and imagining the uncomfortable and humiliating journey
Redman had ahead of him gave her more satisfaction than she might
have expected.
Outside Redman was initially
confused, he was not used to being disobeyed, especially by a mere
farm girl. However, his innate sense of self preservation quickly
took over, as he realised that he was in a seriously dangerous
predicament. Magenta's reference to her father reminded him that
somewhere, not too far away, was an angry farmer, intent on doing him
harm.
At the end of the small garden, or
overgrown nettle patch as it now was, was a low wall, which Redman
easily climbed over into an adjoining field, it was then that he
heard a male voice call out “There he is Boss!!”
Redman swung round to see a young
man, who he assumed was a farm hand pointing at him, and more
alarmingly next to him was Farmer Ford, Magenta Mae's father,
carrying a large shotgun. To Reman's horror the farmer then lifted
the gun and took aim, at which point the naked young gallant turned
and ran away across the filed as fast as his long and athletic legs
could take him, adding an extra burst of speed in response to the
first bullet as it whistled past him
.
“Shoot him in the arse boss!”
shouted the farm hand as a second gun shot rang our and Redman felt
the draft of another bullet spinning past him, missing its intended
target by less than an inch.
Luckily for Redman, he was a fit and
strong young man who could easily outrun a lumbering middle aged
farmer and a heavy booted yeoman, his youth and agility combined with
the fear generated adrenaline meant he was, in fact, soon out of
range of the gun shots. However, still fearing for his life he kept
running across a second field.
At the end of the field were a
number of strange looking structures, resembling little windowless
wooden houses, raised from the ground on bricks. Redman had no idea
what the structures were, however, whatever they were, they would
provide shelter he could hide behind until any remaining danger
provided by the angry farmer and his gun were out of the way.
He quickly crouched down on his
hands and knees behind the wooden structures.
Unfortunately for Redman, as a
further element in the string of misfortunes which he had encountered
that day, Farmer Ford had recently branched out into honey
production, and the structures which our handsome young hero had
failed to recognise were in fact hives, housing twenty five thousand
Western honey bees, a variety renowned both for the sweetness of its
honey and the power of its sting, which scientists would, almost a
century later, rate at level 2 in the Schmidt Sting Pain index,
ranking at a par with the yellow jacket wasp and termite raiding
ants.
Furthermore, the crouching position
Redman had adopted meant that his bare bottom was raised up, and was
now the highest part of his anatomy and, therefore, presented the
most immediate target for for any angry bees disturbed by the
commotion caused by his arrival.
The fact that Redman's bottom was
beautifully formed, fair skinned and unblemished, save for the still
evident nettle rash, following his unceremonious landing beneath
Magenta Mae's window, meant nothing to an irritable bee. To a bee,
this large, milky white and pink colossus looming outside the
entrance to its hive was a dangerous threat, which needed to be
ferociously attacked.
And attack they did!
Despite his efforts to hide himself,
taken by surprise, Redman could not suppress a yelp of pain as the
first bee landed on the luminous globe which formed the centre of his
right buttock cheek and rammed its venom loaded stinger into the
tender flesh.
Painful as it was, that first bee
sting was not the worst of the ignominies the proud young blade was
to suffer from the angry bees. A second bee had focused its anger of
the puckering, rosebud like, anus nestling between the cheeks,
winking like a tiny pink eye. Before Redman had time to react to the
fist sting, the angry little creature swooped in and stung him on the
tight little orifice.
Meanwhile, for good measure a
further bee flew straight between his legs and stung him on the very
tip of the fine young manhood with which he had so recently had his
way with the farmer's daughter. Whilst a fourth angry bee stung him in the centre of his left buttock cheek creating a redening venom filled pimple like area to form, matching almost exactly the painful sting on his right cheek.
Redman leaped to his feet clutching
at his sore bottom and bee stung penis, before, spurred on my the
joint imperatives of getting away from the bees, and out of range of
Farmer Ford's shot gun, he sprinted full tilt through the field and
then down a muddy country footpath intent on putting as much distance
between himself and the Ford farm as he could.
Magenta Mae had said it was ten
miles back to Dane Hall, but it was in fact closer to fifteen, a
journey of just over an hours gallop on horseback, but Redman's horse
was still tethered in in the Ford farm stable yard, so it was a long
and uncomfortable treck, naked and in bare feet.
To make matters worse, he had only
walked for half an hour when he heard the first rumble of thunder,
followed swiftly by a third, and then a flash of lightening heralding
a violent summer storm. Within minutes, Sheets of rain tumbled from
the darkening shy, soaking the naked runner and making his journey
all the more uncomfortable, and he was still many miles from home.
Three hours later, after a long cold
and miserable trudge through the rain sodden countryside, Redman
finally reached sight of Dane Hall, just as the persistent rainfall
finally stopped. Although desperate to get inside, dry himself off
and get into some clothes, he was also anxious not to be seen naked,
muddy and soaking wet.
He slipped around the back of the
building and into a small stable courtyard, leading to a back
entrance. He was half way across the cobbled courtyard when he heard
the sound of a female gasp behind him. He spun round to see two
scullery maids standing with a farm hand, who had brought some
vegetables for the kitchen.
All three were staring at him in
amazement, clearly shocked to see their employer's eldest son naked
and in such a dishevelled and mud spattered state. It was clear to
them that some serious misfortune had befallen the young master. Once
out of his sight, they might gain some significant pleasure from that
knowledge, as Redman was widely detested by the Dane Hall staff for
his arrogant and bullying behaviour, however, they knew better than
to let their delight show.
Redman instantly clasped his hands
over his genitals, as if that would regain some vestige of dignity
Although deeply embarrassed by his exposure in from of the lower
orders, his natural instinct was to adopt an aggressive attitude.
“I you value your employment, you
will not so much as whisper about what you have seen!” He snarled,
glowering furiously at the startled trio “One word about this and
you will be dismissed without a reference …. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!!
“Yes Master Redman!” stammered
one of the maids, who had managed to overcome her shock “we will
say nothing Sir …. you can depend on that Sir!”
“You had better not!” growled
the naked and muddy Redman “Or you will regret it.
He turned round and marched towards
the door leading from the stable yard into the house, from where he
could take the back staircase up to his rooms on the second floor. He
felt a desperate urge to run for cover, but afraid he would loose
even more dignity by doing so.
As he went he was certain, even
without glancing back, that their eyes would be focused directly on
his bare rump, he prayed that neither the bee stings or the nettle
rash were obvious enough for them to notice.
He knew also that, despite his
threats, all three were sure to whisper about what they had seen, and
that within no time the whole household, and probably the nearby
village would know of his indignity.
For such a proud, boastful and
arrogant young man as Redman the embarrassment and humiliation cut
like a knife.
What Redman did not know was that a
fourth pair of eyes were watching him from a window above, or that
his humiliation had only just begun.
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The Humiliation of Redman Grey
Chapter
One
It
was a balmy summer's day, warm but not oppressively so, as a cooling
summer breeze rustled the oak and chestnut trees which lined the lush
green country lane down which a strikingly handsome young man was
leading his thoroughbred black stallion. Yet despite the Summer sun,
Redman Dane's mood more closely resembled the black skies and
rumbling thunder storms which had drenched that same countryside, and
the young man himself, the day before.
Redman's
furious mood was not helped by the still smarting bee stings on his
well rounded behind, which had ruined his ride by making bouncing in
the saddle so uncomfortable that he had been forced to dismount and
walk his horse home. However, by far the worse pain was the shaming
and humiliation he had suffered.
Unlike
the still tender bee stings, the sharp stabbing pain caused by
Magenta Mae Ford's hat pin may have faded away, but its memory was
still fresh in his mind tormenting him with the thought that a lowly
farm girl had committed such a demeaning act in him, and that he had
not had the opportunity to beat her within an inch of her worthless
life as punishment.
He
clenched his fists, imagining yet again what he would do to her has
she been standing in front of him now. She would not be so pretty
when he had finished with her.
It
was, of course, the shame he regretted, that and the injury to his
pride. He did not, in the least regret the loss of Magenta Mae's
affections, he had been tiring of her anyway, and the county abounded
will willing maidens, only too ready to submit to his charms.
Seducing
women had never been a problem for Redman, being widely renowned as
the handsomest young buck in the county. His waving and golden blonde
hair, framed a face which was both delicate and yet manly. Sharply
defined cheekbones and a firm jaw gave the necessary masculinity to
his long lashed blue /green eyes, small nose, and full slightly
pouting lips, all combined to create a physical beauty, which could
melt even the most chaste of female hearts, and as many plump village
girls as he could want.
A
keen sportsman, being a fencing champion and an accomplished polo
player, he had a perfectly formed and athletic body, making him as
enchanting without his clothes as he was when dressed. To add to his
attractions, Redman had extremely good prospects, at 20, although he
was the second eldest of six boys, and therefore not expected to
inherit the lion share of the family's wealth, as the favourite
nephew of a rich, childless and elderly maiden aunt, he was
guaranteed to benefit significantly upon her eventual demise,
setting him up for an extravagant life and saving him from being
required to join the church or army as was the usual fate of the
second son.
In
the current parlance we would refer to Redman as a “dreamboat”,
however, in the language of the times, he was certainly “a catch”,
and he knew it!
He
need only wait long enough, and not reveal the less attractive
aspects to his nature, until he had the wealth and power to which he
believed himself to be entitled. However, it was that waiting which
was proving to be a challenge to him.
Sadly,
the beauty of the Dane family's treasured eldest son's face and fit
young body was not reflected in his character. Spoilt from birth by
doting parents, Redman was selfish and conceited, with an inflated
ego and a lack of empathy for the feelings or wishes of others.
Unknown
to his trusting and devoutly religious family, the handsome young
blade was also well known in the less savoury houses and taverns of
nearby towns, where gambling and the pleasures of the flesh were on
offer to gentlemen in search of a diversion. An arrogant bully, with
a sadistic streak, Redman took pleasure in intimidating and even
physically abusing those less blessed or privileged than himself.
In
fact there was only one person who Redman feared and respected, and
although he was blissfully unaware of it, that person was watching
him from an upstairs window of the large and elegant country mansion,
as he guided his steed into the courtyard, and, without otherwise
acknowledging the presence of a subordinate, carelessly tossed the
reins of his mount to the groom who stood waiting.
Despite
his heavy mood Redman ran up the steps, with the agility and
athleticism of the fit young swain he was and thought the doors into
the elegant oak panelled hallway. Immediately his mood again darkened
again at the sight of Ester Hobbs, the pretty young chamber maid with
whom he had recently dallied, until he had had his way with her and
then, as was his nature, lost interest in her.
He
attempted to ignore the girl, but as he passed her, she stepped
forward and and touched his arm “Master Redman” she whispered,
“can we meet later, I have something to tell you!”
Redman
swiftly pulled his arm away from the girl's hand “Not now Hobbs!”
he snapped “I am busy!” he turned briefly and looked down at her
with arrogant disdain “Now go about your duties girl” then
without a further glance in her direction he turned and walked away
towards the drawing room, in search of a glass of Madeira, or maybe
two, despite the early hour.
Ester
stood frozen to the spot watching the handsome young man she so loved
walk briskly down the hallway and disappear into a room, which she,
as an upstairs maid, was not permitted to enter. Redman's use of her
surname “Hobbs” in such a dismissive manner instead of the
endearing pet name he had previously used, had cut her like a knife.
A tear welled in her pretty brown eyes, and her hand instinctively
clutched at her belly, where the, still tiny and unformed, token of
her handsome beau's fleeting affection still nestled.
From
the landing above, Ruth Gallagher had watched the encounter between
master and servant, as she had earlier watched through a window as
Redman return from his ride. Miss Gallagher was a wise and astute
women, who immediately understood the significance of what she had
witnessed. She hurried down the staircase the stiff taffeta of he
her long brown dress rustling as she did so.
The
older women approached the girl, who was still forlornly staring at
the door through which Redman had just departed the scene, and gently
placed her hand on the younger woman's shoulder. “Come to my office
Ester” She said quietly but kindly “then we can talk about this!”
Miss
Gallagher listened intently as Ester Hobbs revealed her tale of woe,
at first hesitantly and then in fuller detail as her pent up emotions
and the older woman's gentle encouragement spurred her to speak.
Ruth
Gallagher had once been Redman's nanny, and had later become
governess to all six of the Dane boys, and she knew them all as if
they were her own children. The other five would be fine, upstanding
young men, Redman, however, although the handsomest, was the
exception. She knew Redman's character well, and nothing she would
hear from Ester Hobbs came as a surprise.
Meanwhile,
Redman lounged on a settee in the drawing room, he smoked a dark
Russian cheroot and swigged from the large glass of Madeira wine he
had just poured, as he planned his next adventure. His encounter
with Ester Hobbs in the Hallway, and their previous trysts instantly
forgotten. However, he was to be reminded of both in a very painful
and embarrassing manner later that very day
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Able
Griffiths stood straight backed and at a respectful distance, holding
the discarded breeches he had retrieved from the floor, and watching
thorough the corner of his eye as his young master stood in front of
the fireplace, dressed only in his lace fronted shirt, swaying
slightly as he swigged expensive wine straight from the bottle
It
was now early evening, and Redman had consumed more Madeira wine than
was good for him, something which, in Griffiths's experience, was no
unusual event. He had been Redman's personal valet for over two
years since the young master had turned eighteen, and was now very
familiar with his ways.
Griffiths's
feeling about his young gentleman were conflicted, and might have
been confusing to someone less astute than he. On a personal level he
detested Redman, and felt only contempt for his selfishness,
arrogance and petulant behaviour. On the other hand, although also a
lover of women, Griffiths was not immune to the attractions of young
male beauty and Redman was undeniably a beautiful young man.
Griffiths
had long ago become reconciled to the fact that he could feel a
carnal lust for a person he thoroughly dispised.
“Have
you run that bath yet?” snapped Redman irritably. He had washed
away the mud from yesterday when he had finally arrived home, but he
still felt soiled by what had happened to him.
“It's
ready for you Sir!” replied Griffiths “I can add more hot water
if you need it!”
Reman
took off his shirt, and tossed it to the floor for Griffiths to pick
up and now naked sauntered drunkenly into the panelled bath chamber
adjacent to his dressing room.
When
entering the bating chamber he sobered up instantly at the sight of
both Ester Hobbs and Miss Gallagher standing waiting for him.
Suddenly aware of his nakedness, he snatched up a towel and quickly
covered his groin, forgetting that he was standing in front of a full
length mirror which presented both women with an unobstructed view of
his nude back view.
“Nanny
.. uh .. Ms. Gallagher … Hobbs!” he stammered “What are you
doing in my rooms?!”
“What
have you been doing, more like young man!” snapped Miss Gallagher
“This young woman is going to have your child.
Both
Redman and Ester reacted as if slapped, he at the shock of the
unwelcome news, and she at the blunt exposure of her shameful secret.
“Buttercup
… er … Ester .. uh … Hobbs is ….. with child?” stammered
Redman, stepping back quickly in response to his ex Governess's
nodded confirmation “How can you say it's mine … sluts of her
station will sleep with anyone!”
“Oh
Redman!” gasped Ester, genuinely shocked by his callous words
This
time Redman was in receipt of an actual slap, as Miss Gallagher, the
only woman other than his mother who would dare to, stepped forward
and struck his face with the palm of her hand. “How can you say
such a thing about this poor girl?”
She
lifted her other hand and Redman notice for the first time, and to
his horror, that she was holding her wooden backed hairbrush, which
she had brought with her. He instantly recognised the hairbrush as
one of his Nanny's preferred spanking implement, and he knew well the
damage she could inflict with it!
“You
forget young man!” she almost shouted “I have known you all of
your life, I know you as if you were my own son, and I know when you
are lying!”
Redman
looked down at the floor, unable to meet the eyes of the one woman
alive of whom he was afraid, and he knew he could not charm or
deceive. Once again, as so many times in the past, Miss Gallagher had
caught him in a misdeed, and he knew he would be punished.
A
bully and a coward, Redman could generally intimidate and control
those who feared him for his position, but when confronted by someone
who did not fear him his bravado melted like butter in a heated pan.
Ruth
continued “Obviously Hobbs understands that marriage is out of the
question! However, you will provide for her and the child, I will
make sure of that!”
Redman
did not like the prospect of paying for pleasures where were already
in the past and opened his mouth to object, but he was forcibly
interrupted “Don't question me boy!” snapped the fiery Miss
Gallagher “Or your father and your great aunt will hear of this!”
“No
Nanny! Please don't tell them!” he pleaded. His father's anger
could be dealt with and would pass, but losing the affections of his
great aunt could out his inheritance at risk.
Ester
Hobbs stood silently listening to the exchange, until today she had
entertained a secret hope of a future with Redman, however, Ruth who
for all her sterling qualities, was a woman of her time, had
persuaded her that such a union was unthinkable, and that the best
she could hope for from Redman was an annuity and maintenance for
their child.
(Authors
note: Any reader expecting this to be a morality tale is decidedly
in the wrong place)
She
noticed that Redman's valet Able Griffiths had quietly entered the
room. She glanced at him, and gave her a quick smile, creating a
sense of kinship between them.
“That's
settled then!” snapped Ruth Gallagher “You will provide for the
child from your own income until it has reached maturity, and you
will also support Hobbs, while she cares for your child, do you
understand!”
“Yes
Nanny!” mumbled Redman mournfully.
“Good
that's the practicalities sorted out, now it is time for you to be
punished!” she held the hairbrush in front of his face.
For
a moment the old, arrogant and aggressive Redman returned “Mind
your place Gallagher!” he snarled clenching his fists aggressively
“How dare you threaten me with that … I am not a child! And I am
no longer in your charge”
“You
will do as I tell you boy, or her ladyship will hear of this!”
smiled Miss Gallagher, totally unperturbed by Redman's attempt to
intimidate her “This and your visits to Mistress Hawes' …
establishment in Polesworth! …. don't think I don't know all about
that!”
Redman
was silent for a moment, then his shoulders slumped in defeat,
whatever, ignominy the old woman had in store for him, he would not
risk losing the inheritance he hoped to receive from his fabulously
rich Great Aunt, who would be outraged to find he had been visiting
Houses of ill repute and making serving girls pregnant. “As you
will Nanny!” he muttered “But not in front of them!”
“They
will stay!” snapped Miss Gallagher “The shaming will be good for
your character, and, in any event Hobbs deserves to observe your
punishment!”
Although
seething with barely suppressed fury, Redman knew he was vanquished
and the old women had the better of him.
The
two servants watched intently. Griffiths could not believe the sight
of his haughty and bullying master, reduced in moments to the status
of a defeated child by this strong willed female, he was also
delighted to hear he was to observe Young Master Dane's humiliation.
For
Ester this was a revelation, not only was she suddenly aware she no
longer felt love for Redman but she was aware of a thrill of pleasure
at his degradation.
“First
though, you need to bathe!” announced nodding towards the copper
bath tub in front of the fire place “Griffiths add some hot water,
it will have gone cold, whereas it needs to be nice and warm …
indeed hot would be best!”
As
she spoke, Redman realised what she had planned for him, he recalled
that in his youth she had made him bathe before his punishment
knowing it would make already tender bottom all the more tender and
sensitive, so that it would more fully feel the impact of the hand,
hairbrush, slipper or other implement she would use to spank him.
Now, although we was a grown man of twenty ,she intended to do the
same.
She
planned to spank him naked in front of servants. “Spank” the
very word sent a shudder of humiliation through him, he could not
imagine how mortifying the act would be. However, he would soon
know.
The
ever efficient Griffiths did as he was instructed and quickly drained
and refilled Redman's bath with suitably hot water, and then Redman
reluctantly stepped in. He was about to sit down in the water when
he was instructed to remain standing, while to his horror, Ester
Hobbs was told to set about bathing him.
Ester
took up the soap and sponge with enthusiasm as Miss Gallagher
instructed her in the best approach, focussing primarily on his hind
quarters, his first athletic thighs and perfect rounded bottom.
“Make
sure you lather him well My Dear!” purred the Governess, “We must
make sure he feels his punishment, a naughty boy only learns his
lesson if his bottom really stings!” She shook her head “It is
too long since this boy was sent to bed with a sore bottom, but that
is about to change.
Standing
silently in the background, listening to what was said, Griffiths was
unable to suppress a grin or indeed a stiffening to his manhood
beneath his smart black trousers
Griffiths
was not alone in experiencing the stirring of sexual excitement,
Ester felt almost faint with desire as her tiny soapy hands caressed
the smooth ivory globes her one time lover's faultless bare bottom.
As
a 19th Century female servant he had adopted a subservient
role, especially with a male of a higher social class. This was the
first time she had felt sexually powerful and she enjoyed it.
After
she had bathed him, Ester towelled him dry, she was gentle, but firm
treating him like a child rather, consciously reducing his status
even further in front of Griffiths and Miss Gallagher.
Meanwhile
Ruth Gallagher sat down on the red “chaise
longue” seat in the corner of the chamber, gently tapping the
wooden hairbrush against her thigh. Once Reman was dry, the
governess beconed him to come to her.
He
attempted too resist “Gallagher ... Miss Gall ... Nanny, please
don't do this ... I am 20 years of age, not a child to be spanked!”
“When
you behave like a child, you must be treated like one!” was the
stern reply
“but
not in front of ….”
“OVER
MY KNEE BOY!”
Although
still almost incandescent with fury and barely able to resist the
urge to knock the old woman's teeth down her throat, Redman knew he
had no option other than to comply. The alternative was to risk his
inheritance, and any humiliation was better than that.
His
face set in an angry childish pout, he obediently stepped forward and
lowered himself face down across Miss Gallagher's lap.
“It
is a long time since I last used this on you young man, far too
long!” boomed Ms Gallagher, her voice taking on the commanding note
he remembered do well from his days in her nursery, and later her
classroom.
It
was not just Ms Gallagher's voice he remembered, it was her strength,
unusual for a women at her age and period in time, and she had lost
none of it, as she pushed him forward over her knee, so that his
elbows were almost on the floor, whilst his legs dangled in the air
behind him and his bare bottom was raised up and directly in her line
of fire.
With
that, she began to smack him with the back of her hard wooden
hairbrush, each WHACK echoing round the small panelled room like a
gunshot. Every second or third whack landed squarely on a still
fresh bee sting, amplifying the scalding Impact ten fold. It was as
if the old witch knew exactly where to aim in order to cause maximum
pain.
Redman
gritted his teeth and wrapped his legs together, keenly aware that
two family servants were watching and desperate not to cry out and
debase himself even further.
Meanwhile
Ester and Griffiths watched in amazement almost unable to believe
what they were witnessing, as their employer's handsome but spoilt,
cruel and arrogant son lay naked across the knee of a stout late
middle aged governess, being spanked hard with a wooden hairbrush.
It
wasn't long before the pain from the barrage of hairbrush whacks
overcame Redman's resolve and he began to whimper, gasp and cry out
as the spanking continued.
Watching
and listening, Ester found the sound of her betrayer's cries
inexplicably thrilling as they awoke the sleeping sadist in her
deepest psyche. Griffiths was no less thrilled and his manhood
strained more tightly within the confines if his snug Victorian
underwear as he watched Pedman's perfect bare bottom change from
ivory white to pink and then to a glowing red .
Finally
Ruth pushed Redman off her knee and ordered him to follower her and
the two servants into his bed chamber.
“Fetch
me your horse whip!” she ordered as Griffiths smirked and Ester
giggled in gleeful delight.
The
angry governess then ordered the unhappy young man to lie down on his
bed, then while Griffiths held him down, she lifted his legs forcing
him into what might be called the “Diaper position”.
She
then gave the unlucky young man half a dozen strokes with the riding
crop as he continue to moan and whimper.
Throwing
down the crop she ordered Redman to stand, however, if he had
imagined his punishment was over, he was very much mistaken.
“As
Hobbs was the injured party here!” snapped the uncharacteristically
flushed Miss Gallagher “It is only appropriate that she should
finish young master Dane's punishment!”
Ester
was initially confused when Miss Gallagher directed her to sit down
on Reman's bed, then thrilled as the young man himself was forced to
lay across her lap, so that she could deliver a final two dozen
spanks to his much punished bottom. She did so with gusto, gone was
the timid and subservient mouse who had nervously approached Redman
that morning, to be replaced by a vengeful but strong young woman,
who was just beginning to discover her true nature. She marvelled at
how warm his punished bottom was beneath the palm of her tiny but
still powerful palm.
Redman's
physical discomfort, and his mental humiliation excited her, as she
became aware of a sexual pleasure she had never before experienced.
Eventually
Redman stood before them, his downcast and seemingly humble eyes
concealing the furious, but impotent, anger raging behind them
“You
looked flushed Redman!” Miss Gallagher murmured with feigned
concern “I hope you have not caught a chill from your naked
adventure!”
Startled
by her reference to the events of the previous day, he raised his
eyes to look at her.
“Oh
yes! I observed your return from my window!” she said “I assume
that Farmer Ford's pretty daughter still has possession of your
breeches …. Let us hope that is not all you left her with and that
you will not be supporting a brace of bastards!”
Redman
did not answer her, how was it this old woman knew everything?
Miss
Galagher reached into her pocket and produced a tubular glass object,
about ten inches long and and roughly the thickness of a man's thumb
in diameter “I shall need to check your temperature young man!”
she announced.
“What
is that thing?” he asked, suspecting he would not like the answer.
“This
is a thermometer Redman, it will read your body temperature!”
replied Ruth with a note of clinical efficiency in her voice. “This
one is actually veterinary device intended for use on a horse, but it
will do the job perfectly well! Now climb on the bed, on your hands
and knees, so that I can pop it in!”
“Pop
it ….in?” replied a now very concerned Redman “In where?!!”
“Get
on the bed!” snapped the Governess, who was totally in command.
Reluctantly
Redman obeyed, dreading what lay in store but reluctant to risk a
further encounter either with the hairbrush or the riding crop.
As
soon as Redman was kneeling on the bed, the governess produced a
small pot of cream from her pocket and smeared some of it on the end
of the thermometer, She then stepped forward and parted his blushing
red buttock cheeks before, with a swift and deft movement, pressing
the greased end of the horse thermometer against Redman's tight pink
anus.
Simultaneously,
all three Redman, Esther and Griffths gasped at the realisation of
what Miss Gallagher was about to do, albeit whilst both the servant's
gasps were tinged with delight, Redman gasped in horror and powerless
outrage at this further indignity.
“Relax!”
commanded Miss Gallagher “It will be more uncomfortable if you
don't!”
Of
course, Reman was in no state to relax, both furious and mortified
with humiliation, his body remained as tense and unyielding as a
ramrod, leaving Miss Gallagher with no option other than to push,
forcing the glass tube between the tightly gripping lips of his anus
and into the narrow passage beyond.
Redman's
mouth fell open in shock at the previously unknown sensation, which
as Miss Gallagher had predicted was a most uncomfortable one, and
became increasingly so, as the governess continued to force the hard
cold tube further into him until a full eight inches were deep inside
him, with the remaining two inches protruding between the still red
and shiny globes of his bottom cheeks.
A
barely suppressed giggle rang out before Esther swiftly placed her
hand over her mouth, Grffiths, the footman, fared better at
controlling any outward sign of the sense of gleeful schadenfreude he
was feeling, but only just. On many occasions he had imagined his
young master suffering a painful and embarrassing comeuppance, and
the realisation of those fantasies was a delightful feast for the
eyes.
“That
needs to stay in place for a full fine minutes!” barked Miss
Gallagher producing a large pocket watch “So you must remain
still!”
For
Redman, that was the longest five minutes of his life. A myriad of
emotions surged through his fine young body, ranging from murderous
fury, to total mortification at the shameful humiliation which had
been inflicted upon him.
He
was naked, he had been spanked like a schoolboy, first by his old
governess, and then by a serving maid. Now he had been literally,
and publicly deflowered, penetrated in the most shameful manner, and
all of it in front of his servants. This was beyond bearable, and
yet he had to bear it for the sake of his inheritance.
Finally
the five minutes was over, and Miss Gallagher removed the
thermometer, which she studied seriously “Hmmm!” she murmured,
“it seems a bit high, but that could be the result of your
punishment, I will return in the morning and recheck your
temperature!”
In
response Redman just gritted his teeth at the prospect.
Miss
Gallagher then beaconed to the two the two servants “Come!” she
said “Let us leave Master Redman to consider his behaviour!”
Reluctantly
but obediently Hobbs and Griffiths followed the older woman out of
the room, quietly closing the door behind them.
While
Esther Hobbs left them and hurried away to her attic bedroom at the
top of the house, were she would spend the next few hours excitedly
detailing the events of the day in her small leather bound journal,
Griffiths accompanied Miss Gallagher as she made her way to her own
small suite of rooms beyond the old nursery.
“Er
.. Mistress Gallergher!” he said, speaking in a low tone which
would not carry beyond the two of them. “I fear there is more about
young Master Redman actions, which you may not be aware of!”
“How
so?” replied Miss Gallagher, stopping and turning to the tall young
valet “Speak up man!”
“Well,
I have no wish to speak out of turn!” he replied “However as a
young Gentleman's gentleman one invariably becomes aware of that
young gentleman's behaviour and …. er ...habits … together, of
course, the establishments his is prone to visit … and what he does
there!”
“I
see!” replied the stern governess “why are you telling me this?”
“Because,
Madame, I have become aware of actions on Mastrer Redman's part which
risk bringing scandal to the household, and I feel he could benefit
from further guidance and …. ahem ….. correction.” he paused
“For his own good, you understand!”
“Of
course!” replied Miss Gallagher “For his own good!! Come to my
parlour this evening... after dinner, and you can tell me more.
They
smiled at each other with the mutual understanding of conspirators.
Before parting and going about their own duties.
****
Meanwhile
back in his own chambers, Redman was sitting in his his brass bath
tub, in the vain hope that the now somewhat tepid bathwater would
sooth the sting in well punished bottom. Having been spanked with a
hairbrush, a riding crop and a hand, on top of the still smarting bee
stings from the day before, it was on fire, and seriously in need of
a soothing balm.
Unlucky
for Redman the burning pain in his bottom showed no more sign of
cooling than did the burning fury racking his brain.
He
was seething with anger at what had happened in to him in the 36
hours, and in particular the events of the last hour. To some degree
he was angry at himself for submitting to such indignity, but mostly
he was furious with them for the outrage they had dared to inflict on
his person.
The
more he thought about what had just happened, the more determined he
was to get revenge, as the second son of one of the richest men in
the county, he could get what he wanted, and now what he wanted was
vengeance.
The
women would be punished for what they had done, and Griffiths too,
for he had assisted in the assault. They would pay for what they had
done to him, and first they would pay with their employment.
He
would go to his father and demand they were instantly dismissed, he
would say the old women had been stealing and that Griffiths had made
the blond wench pregnant. That way the old crone would rot behind
bars and the other two would be dismissed without references and
could starve for all he cared. Even better there were men in the
village who would willingly scar them both for a crown.
Plotting
his revenge at least gave him some satisfaction, and despite the
throbbing pain in in his rump he felt genuine pleasure contemplating
the suffering he would inflict on those wretches.
Determined
now to carry through with his plan, he quickly jumped to his feet and
stepped out of the bath, However, so preoccupied was he with his
plans that he failed to notice a bar of soap on the floor.
His foot
landed heavily on the soap, it slid away beneath him, causing him to
slip and fall backwards, landing heavily, bare bottom first directly
onto a hard bristled bath brush, which had been left, prickly side
uppermost on the floor.
Clutching
his bottom Reman leaped up and began hopping from foot to foot,
virtually squealing in pain with tears running from his heavily
watering eyes.
His
heavy landing had caused his buttock cheeks to spread so the main
impact with the hard prickly bristles was on the tender and sensitive
skin surrounding his bee stung anus, leaving the imprint like a
circular pink fringe of small blushing spots each causing a sensation
like a red hot needle, around the periphery of the rosebud like
portal.
Young
Redman Dane's bottom would sting like the devil for hours. The
handsome but character deficient young blade was getting the overdue
punishment he well deserved, and sadly for him, his humiliation had
only just begun.
TO
BE CONTINUED
Haha I love this 🤣 and the bee stings were perfect lol! And just something minor I have a little fetish for that I enjoyed in this piece--- I LOVE how he throw his dirty clothes on the floor and made the servant pick them up. I always imagine arrogant hot headed guys like this stink haha! That nanny made sure he bathed before getting his ass whooped too 😋 And I bet the servant noticed and wanted to punish that stinky bad boy even more 😆😆😆 Anyway, great job!
ReplyDeleteWow, this is amazing, hoping to see some very public humiliation and some extreme punishments.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for that story. For me a dream comes true because it combines your superb stories with femdon. I would love to see the kitchen staff has its way with the bad boy. For their revenge they have a lot of kitchen stuff for a good use on him, like chilies, pepper, ginger, hot pans etc.
ReplyDeleteP.S: I love how the small bee is looking at him in the beginning of chapter One. Looks like it was laughing at him: "I know what happend to your tail at our sisters hives, Blondie"
ReplyDeleteThis is PERFECT!!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic, would love to see more!
ReplyDeleteI hope this young man gets a lot more over the knee spanking from the blonde maid. She looks very pretty and seems to be a hard spanker. Chapter One is wonderful and I hope to see much more.
ReplyDeleteHe deserves a hard paddling from multiple women at the same time.
ReplyDeleteGlorious set of pictures and so good to see Griffiths taking an active part in making sure his young Master is dealt with properly: I think other males witnessing female-led discipline adds so much more to a boy's humiliation.
ReplyDeleteLove Dane's fancy clothes, particularly his boots. Will there be crossdressing at one point where one of the girls will dress up in one of his fancy outfits while spanking him? I know most crossdressing goes the other way but I think it could be hot and serve to further humiliate Dane here.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah it sounds kind of poem: " ... around the periphery of the rosebud like portal." Fantastic work! I'm willing to read more of it!!!
ReplyDeleteif I found him in that position. faith the last photo from behind and exposing your ass and balls. I would not hesitate to grab him by the balls stretching them back as if he wanted to put them in the anus. until I scream and moan in pain. then I would give her a spanking that she would remember the rest of the week. Of course, these tanned and muscular guys have to be caressed from time to time on their small penis, alternating with hard spankings. I would be a lucky boy without a doubt
ReplyDeleteYES YES YESSS. Finally God answered my prayers!! I am so happy that this blog exists. Please don’t stop! This is so well done and creative. F/M cfnm/Spanking situations are my favorite. THANK YOU SO MUCH. Can’t wait for the new episodes
ReplyDeleteNo more? :/ I really love this
ReplyDeleteI am working on a new instalment, which should be ready in a couple of weeks
DeleteI cant wait to see it. It's my favorite series from your great art!
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