The Humiliation of Reman Dane – Chapter 3 Part: 2 Redman's Shaming

  The Humiliation of Reman Dane – Chapter 3 

Part: 2 Redman's Shaming

Redman stood, frozen to the spot, as the full horror of his situation became more starkly clear by the second. How could he turn this round? His initial instinct had been to boltn and run, but not only were all avenues of escape now blocked by serious faced young men, each with a personal animosity towards him but the consequences of a failure to comply with the order to strip were potentially devastating.

Frightening as the prospect of arrest by the local constable might be, the possibility of being disinherited and facing a future where he might have to work for his keep, terrified him even more. The angry women now confronting him held all the cards, and his only options were obedience or poverty, and the second of those choices was unthinkable.

Reluctantly, and with his embarrassment evident in his blushing cheeks, he removed his embroidered scarlet tunic and handed it to his aunt. “Feel free to check it for booty, my lady!” he said, attempting to sound haughty, but failing pitifully.

“And your britches!” commanded Lady Dane, “When I said take off your clothes, I meant ALL of your clothes!”

As her words echoed round the camber, Redman became aware that the crowd was moving closer and shifting position in order to achieve the best possible view of the spectacle. He cringed inwardly but attempted to do as he was told.

Removing his britches was easier said than done, on account of his tight and shiny black boots. In the normal course of events he would sit back with a glass of Madera, while his man servant pulled off his boots, however, now he had to struggle to do it himself, and in public. He presented a rather comical sight standing in one foot desperately attempting to maintain his balance as he wrestled with his tight leather boots

“Get on with boy!” ordered Lady Dane, “I want those pantaloons off now!”

Finally, after an agonisingly embarrassing struggle, Redman managed to remove his boots and then his britches and he stood before the assembled throng, wearing only his tight calf-length underwear.

“What are those?” boomed Lady Dane pointing to Redman's underpants.

“W..What do you mean Aunt?!” stammered Redman, dreading what he knew she would say next

“They are CLOTHES!” she replied skilfully succeeding in suppressing a cruel grin, “and I specifically told you to take your clothes … OFF!”

“B.. but Aunt” he wailed, “you can see there is nothing in my pants!”

A ripple of laughter ran round the room, as one the crowd were how heartily enjoying the sight and sound of Redman's discomfort

“Strip!” shouted Lady Dane “Or I will send a man for the Constable!”

Redman could not believe that he was facing a further public humiliation so soon after the nightmare he experienced only days before. His aunt could not possibly expect him to strip naked in front of their assembled guests, but the tone of her voice told him clearly that was exactly what she expected, and he had little doubt that, were he to disobey, she would carry through with her threat to disinherit him.

He had no option but to do as she ordered, inserting his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, he pulled them down and stepped out of them.

He was now totally naked in front of a crowded room of elaborately dressed people, who's elegant attire served only to heighten his pale pink exposure.

Redman felt as if every pair of eyes in the room was boring into him, and as he cringed in shame he caught a glimpse for the glint of amused contempt on the face of Euphemia Bickerstaffe, the person in the room he had most wanted to impress.

Another woman, who's very presence in the room added to the sting of Redman's mortification, his stepmother, Claudia Dane, gingerly picked up the discarded drawers and made an elaborate performance of examining them for hidden items.

“Well it would seem that your necklace was all he stole!” She said eventually, before adding “unless he has hidden something elsewhere!”

For one frozen moment Reman feared that the woman might demand a cavity search, but it turned out that they had another form of humiliation in store for him.

“You have been a very naughty boy Redman!” Snapped Lady Dane, “and you must be punished!”

“Indeed he must!” replied Claudia, “and as I have taken the role of his mother and guardian, it is my duty to inflict the punishment!”

As if on cue, a smirking young footman appeared, carrying a large wooden chair, and placed it directly behind Claudia.

Claudia sat down and haughtily beckoned Redman to come to her, “Now get over my knee!” she ordered

“You are surely joking Madam!” replied Redman, “That is an outrageous suggestion!”

“What is outrageous, Young man is you stealing my gems!” boomed Lady Dane, “Now do as your mother tells you!”

“She's not my mother!” replied Redman, his words sounding almost childishly plaintive

Left with no option, and feeling totally mortified by this outrage, Redman slunk forward and lay across his young stepmother's lap. It was beyond tolerable that he was going to be spanked publicly by his father's new floosy of a wife, a woman for whom his feelings were highly conflicted. He gritted his teeth longing for the ordeal to be over. However, it had only just begun.

“Before you start m'lady!” Said Miss Gallagher “We need to ginger him up! … Griffiths bring the silver bowl here”

Griffith obediently approached carrying a silver bowl on a tray. Miss Gallagher reached into the bowl and produced a phallic shaped piece of freshly peeled ginger. “This will do perfectly!” she said, before leaning forward and quickly inserting the ginger plug between the cheeks of Redman's bare buttocks and then forcing it deep into his anus.

Due to his position, Redman had been unaware of what was happening until he became conscious of an object being inserted into him, causing him to gasp in surprise. That gasp of surprise was followed by a further gasp of pain as the fiery burning sting from the spicy and juicy ginger spread though his most intimate body part.

The figging (or feaguing) of horses, by sticking a plug of ginger into their rectums, was a common practice at the time, most often when the horses were participating in ceremonials, as the fiery sensation in its nether regions would cause the animal to raise its tail. However, this time, instead of the horse, it was handsome young Redman Dane who had been figged, adding an extra and exceptionally degrading element to his humiliation”

“OUCH! That burns!” complained Redman

“It's supposed to burn boy!” replied Claudia “but not as much as this will burn!”, she brought the palm of her hand down hard onto the upraised cheeks of his bare bottom.

Redman's head buzzed with thoughts and emotions, none of them pleasant and positive, he was furious that his plans had failed so disastrously, wracked with paranoia at how he had been exposed. However, his mostly overwhelming emotions were embarrassment, humiliation and impotent rage that he, Redman Dane, scion of the leading family in the county was being subjected to this naked shaming, and there was nothing he could do but submit.

For all her ladylike refinement, Claudia was a strong woman, with a powerful spanking arm and the smooth, well-rounded cheeks of Redman's bare bottom was soon very sore, the burning sensation merging with the peppery sting from the ginger phallus still gripped between the tight pink lips of his anus.

However, it was about to get worse. “Here, my Dear!” said Lady Dane plucked a small wooden hairbrush from a pouch in her voluminous green gown and handing it to Claudia “save your hands and use this!”

If Claudia's hand had hurt, that was nothing compared to the hard wooden back of the brush and soon Redman was kicking his legs and crying out in pain as his punishment continued. The assembled guests crowded closer for a better view of the entertainment.

Had Redman not been such an arrogant and self-promoting individual, there might have been those in the crowd who felt some sympathy for him. However, to the contrary, it was primarily Redman's personality which made observing his comeuppance so enjoyable for the audience.

As Redman struggled, the plug of ginger became dislodged and fell onto the floor. As a result, when she had finally finished spanking him, Claudia ordered Redman to retrieve the item.

This presented the spectators with the sight of Handsome Redman crawling on the floor in his hands and knees, whilst Claudia and Lady Dane beat his already red and sore bottom with their riding crops.

Naturally, this only added to Redman's humiliation as it resulted on his most intimate parts and well punished rear being on full view to a room full of guests.

In order to extend the show and add to Redman's discomfort, Ruth Gallagher stood over the finger plug, so that it was hidden beneath her skirt where he could not find it.

Redman longed for his ordeal to be over, but Lady Dane had not finished with him yet. Without warning, she announced that after the dramatic events of the morning she felt inclined to take a revitalizing ride on the moors.

Looking down at Redman she said “And as a gesture of forgiveness I will pernit you to accompany me Redman!”

Redman bjumped to his feet and looked down at his aunt in horror, horse riding was the very last thing he wished to do after what had just been done to him. Indeed, it would be sometime before he could comfortably sit on a cushion, let alone a hard leather saddle.

However, once again he felt in no position to refuse.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the room, unnoticed by the crowd, Able Griffiths assisted the maid Redman has wronged, Ester Hobbs, conspired to make Redman's day even more uncomfortable. As soon as Griffiths heard Lady Dane demand that Redman accompany her on a ride across the moors, he retrieved his master's discarded clothing and then slipped over to the sideboard, where dining condiments were kept, grabbed hold of a pepper pot and liberally sprinkled the contents into the seat of britches. “That will warm up the handsome young master's ride” he thought with a grin.

Ester, had observed what Griffiths was doing, and she hurried over to him “I have something better than that!” she whispered giggled. Pulling open a drawer, she produced a small jar with an exotic looking label. “This is powered extra hot Bhut Jolokia Chilli, the hottest spice in the sub continent, Sir Reginald Dane developed a taste for it in India, and always has it by his plate at the table, so he can add it to his food! … This will certainly add some fire to the young master's sweet cheeks"

“Perfect!” grinned Griffiths, as he held open the britches so that Ester could pour a generous amount I powered chilli into the seat, before then rubbing it fgirmly into the cloth, until the entire rump section of the garment was infused with the fiery spice.

“Oh yes, he will feel that!” chuckled Griffiths, as the two servants grinned at each other in delight.

“And he deserves to!” growled Ester

Half an hour later, Lady Dane, accompanied by Claudia and a very unhappy Redman, rode out onto the vast moorland on the edge of the Dane estate.

Poor Redman was in significant discomfort, struggling to tolerate the painful burning sensation in his rear, which, if anything, strangely seemed to be getting worse. He leaned forward, gripping the reins tightly and straining to keep his well punished bottom raised, so it would not press against the hard leather saddle.

His situation was not helped by the fact Lady Dane had insisted on riding his usual well trained horse, leaving him to cope with a skittish, nervous and less predictable steed.

“A few hours galloping across the moors will give us a healthy appetite, so we enjoy the banquet!” cried Lady Dane

“Can we take it more gently please Aunt!” moaned Redman

“Don't be such a milksop boy!” barked Lady Dane “When I say gallop, I mean you to gallop!” she raised her riding whip and brought it down with a WHACK! Across the rump of Redman's horse. The effect of the blow on the animal was instant and explosive, it literally jumped in the air , before galloping off across the moorland at a frantic, with Redman bouncing up and down on its back.

Redman struggled unsuccessfully to control the horse, tugging at the reins and shouting furious commands as well as threats, but to no avail as the horse continued bounding at high speed across the wild and open landscape with its punished bottomed rider on it's back.

The horse did not slow down until it was almost into the next county, and not before Redman's well spanked, whipped and ginger feagued bottom, wrapped in chilli and pepper infused britches, had been well and truly battered by violently bouncing up and down on the hard saddle effectively adding another lengthy and bruising spanking to his punishment.

Handsome Redman continued to receive the humiliation which, as Ester had said, he deserved.

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The Humiliation of Redman Dane - Chapter Three

 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.

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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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The Humiliation of Redman Grey Chapter Two (Part Two)

 

The Humiliation of Redman Grey

Chapter Two (Part Two)

(please read Part One first)

At the sound of approaching footsteps Redman frantically spun round, desperately seeking a means of escape, he had no idea who was up and walking through the creaky passages of the old house, but he did not want them to find him naked with a bright red, just punished, bottom. There was only so much humiliation his fragile male pride could take.

Then he remember a long forgotten hiding place from his childhood, the old system dumb waiters the staff used use to send items or breakfast trays up to the upper bedrooms rather than carry them up the flights of stairs. The extensive freight elevator system had been installed in his grandfather's day but had fallen into misuse many years ago, however, it was still there within the walls, and had provided an ideal place for a much younger Redman Dane to hide from his governess.

He darted down a seldom used passage way to where he remembered the elevator door was. Quickly opening the wooden door, he clambered inside, and pulled the door closed after him. Once inside he fond the space was much tighter than he remembered it to largely due to the fact that, at 19, he was significantly larger than he had been when he as a seven year old child had last used it as a refuge.

Also, as many years had passed since it was last used The tiny space smelt damp and musty, worse still, he cringed at the feel of cobwebs touching his hair. Despite this, it was at least a hiding place and he crouched down and strained his ears for sounds outside. Moments later he heard footsteps passing, the sound of heels on the polished floorboards, together with the rustle of taffeta told him whoever was up and about was female, possibly his stepmother or the loathsome Miss Gallagher.

The sound of footsteps faded into the distance and the house returned to silence, and Redman decided it was safe to escape from the cramped space he was crouched in. He attempted to open the door so that he could squeeze out, but there was no handle on the inside, and over the years the wood had warped, and was much stiffer to push open than it had once been.

He shoved at it, but it would not budge, so he attempted to kick it open with his bare feet. This caused the tiny wooden box he was in to jerk and shudder, with disastrous results. Not only had years of inactivity caused the door to warp, but the ropes which contolled the pulley system had become rotten and weak. Twelve years before they may have taken the weight of a seven year old child, but now they could no longer take the weight of a fully grown adult male. 

 The old ropes snapped and gave way, sending the little wooden box, in which Redman was trapped to hurtle downwards, down the shaft leading to the basement kitchen. The shaft narrowed significantly as it went down, and collision with the brickwork caused the sides of the box to cave in on Redman, so that he was in an increasingly small space as he descended.

The box landed with a CRASH on top of a large cast iron churn which had been placed on the disused alcove which used to house the old lazy sally. This left a small gap into which the impact of the fall had forced Redman's upturned bottom and hips.

Although physically unhurt, once Redman had recovered from being dazed by the impact of the fall, the seriousness of his predicament became clear. He was trapped, wedged into a tiny confined space, with most of his upper body and legs in a narrow brick lined shaft with his bare bottom protruding into the room below.

He strained and struggled, but only succeeded in forcing his haunches further through the tiny gap, to his consternation and total dismay, the old walls held him firmly in their claustrophobic grip, his body was encased except for the most intimate part of him which stuck out into the public space beyond the wall.

He could do nothing but wait there throughout the rest of the night grimly anticipating the humiliating prospect of discovery when the household finally awoke.

Two floors above him in the Geranium suite, Assumpta Bottomley awaited his arrival, which would never come. At first she was excited, then anxious when there was no sign of him, however, this was followed by irritation and then anger, how dare Redan Dane let her down for a second time. This was an insult and it was one for which the handsome but unreliable young man would pay!

Some hours later, Mrs Partridge, the assistant chef entered the kitchen, to begin preparation for breakfast, and at first could not believe the sight which greeted her. 

 

Sticking out of the wall on what appeared to be a new shelf at the top of the alcove where the milk churn was usually stored was a very nicely formed, and very exposed, male posterior, upturned, with a pair of testicles resting on top of it.

As she stood staring in amazement, she was joined by another early riser, Clara Rumbold, one of the downstairs maids. Who had come to the kitchen intending to eat a hurried breakfast before starting work. She gasped in shock at the sight of such an unexpected anatomical intrusion.

The elevator had ceased being used many years before both Clara and Mrs Partridge had joined the staff, so until then, they had no knowledge that it existed in the walls of the old house, or that the alcove in the wall, long used as a convenient storage shelf, was, in fact, the base of the system.

 

Both unsure how to react, but fascinated by what they saw, the ladies tiptoed closer, in order to get a better view.

Despite being encased in the wall, Redman who's ears had been straining for any sound, heard them moving, and instantly realised there was someone there. “Who's there?!” he demanded “Do something Damnit, get me out of this wall.

The women immediately recognised the arrogant demanding voice as being their master's second son. Unlike his parents and brothers, for whom most staff felt respect and a degree of affection, Redman was widely loathed for his arrogant and demeaning treatment of the staff. Hence, discovering him in such am uncomfortable and humiliating situation was especially gratifying for them.

Mrs Partridge held her forefinger to her lips, signalling her friend to be quiet. As long as Redman could not identify them the were safe from recrimination, and could enjoy themselves, at their hated young master's expense.

Clara struggled unsuccessfully to suppress a giggle as she picked up a two pronged carving fork from the table, and tested the points against the palm of her hand to check their sharpness. She then tiptoes forward and jabbed the the sharp points into Redman's upturned bottom, hard enough to hurt but without the force to pierce the skin. She had no wish to injure the young man, just to discomfort him.

And discomforted he was, “YEEEOWCH!” he yelled “What was that?! ….Stop it … Or you will pay for this!”

Mrs Partridge, who was a talented mimic replied, disguising her voice with a deep West Country accent. “How you gone Staap uss Master Reman Suuuurr” she growled “What with being stick in that there wall with you'n bare arse out?!! 

Outraged by her impudence, Redman began yelling a stream of furious but impotent threats through the wall at his unseen assailants. However, in response Clara just delivered a further jab to his exposed bottom with the sharp fork.

 Although Redman was becoming increasingly aware of the vulnerability and helplessness of his position, it was not in his nature to be attempt to reason with the women or beg for their help. Instead he continued to try and intimidate them with threats, but these were only greeted with further jabs in his exposed bottom.

One jab was especially close to his tight pink anus, reminding him with a mortifying surge of shame that his most intimate body parts were on full display. Given this knowledge, Redman's next words were especially foolhardy.

“You are a woman! I can tell from your voice!” he yelled “When I get out of here, I shall find you and fuck you until you can't walk you evil wench!”

“No SUURR Master Redman !” replied Mrs Partridge in her fake accept “It be you that's due for a fucking!” she picked up one of the cucumbers, which had been brought in from the garden the previous afternoon. The gardener was exceptionately proud out the size of his cucumbers, and this was an especially fine specimen. Well over three foot long, and a good inch and a half in width. She advanced towards her target, holding the cucumber in front of her, rather as a Templar knight might hold this sword.

He pushed the end of the cucumber against Redman's tiny, tight and, at first, unyielding anus as Redman cried out in alarm “What's that? … what are you doing?.... stop””

But Mrs Partridge did not stop, years of rolling pastry and kneading dough had given her biceps a soldier would be proud of, hence she had the strength to push the cucumber where she wanted it to go, despite any resistance. Placing one hand against Redman's hip to hold him steady, she increased the pressure on his tight pink pucker with the tip of the cucumber. Gradually Redman's anal lips parted and the hard phallic salad vegetable slid slowly into him, going deeper and deeper until a good eight to nine inches had vanished inside him.

Redman gave a loud roar of pained outrage at this ultimate and most uncomfortable new assault on his dignity.

“Well, wadda' ya' know Master Redman Surr, you are now well and truly fucked!” laughed Mrs Partridge in her assumed accent

“You will pay for this!” snarled Redman furiously, “I'll see you hanged”

“You would have to catch us first!” sneered his tormentor.

The women stepped back to admire their handiwork. Redman's handsome bottom presented a rather comical spectacle. Almost a third of the cucumber was inside Redman, involuntarily gripped firmly in place by the young man's anal muscles, with the rest of it curving upwards in an almost obscene gesture.

From Redman's perceptive his predicament could hardly be worse, however, within the next few minutes it became increasingly more embarrassing, as, one by new, further members of the household staff arrived in the kitchens, like Clara, they too were seeking a bite to eat before the day's work started.

An increasing number of servants soon assembled, all crowding round to get a better view of the unexpected sight. One of the arrivals was Redman's manservant Able Griffiths, who had been present to witness his young master's earlier humiliation and beamed with delight at this latest indignity which had befallen him. “It couldn't happen to a more deserving bastard” he thought

One other new arrival was Samuel Briggs the head Maintanance man, who had known Redman since he was a child, and was the first to identify himself.

“Master Redman, it's Sam Brigs Sir!” he said trying to sound businesslike “How did you get yourself into this situation?”

“Don't ask stupid questions man!” snapped Redman “Get me out of here!!”

Briggs sucked air in through his teeth, as he contemplated the situation, tapping his knuckles against the wall. “It will be a difficult job Sir!” he said, we will have to get to you through the wall, removing the bricks around you …. we may need scaffolding to prevent the wall collapsing. I will send the boy to the village for some bricklayers, its a few hours, work I fear!

“HOURS!” cried Redman “I can be left like this for hours!”

“It is the only way it can be done Sir” replied Briggs struggling to avoid a chuckle “If we try to get to you from above the old shaft could collapse on top of you, and we don't want that!”

“Well at least get this damn thing out of my arse!!” stormed Redman from inside the wall.

Briggs frowned and shook his head “there is nobody here that's trained to for medical procedures Sir!” he said “We'll need to get the doctor for that.. I'll send the boy to fetch him …. after he's found the bricklayers!”

“I need it removed NOW!” bellowed Redman “It hurts like hell fire!” his words causing a ripple of stifled laughter to flow through the assembled observers, for whom the greater Redman's discomfort the more enjoyable the entertainment value.

At that moment Ruth Gallagher arrived in the kitchen, whispered word of Redman's situation had spread rapidly and gleefully through the household servants and had quickly reached her ears, so she had come to investigate.

“You will just have to put up with it young man!” she commanded, her voice echoing round the room, with the imperious tone of authority “You got yourself into this predicament through some mischief, so you will have to live with the consequences until these good people manage to get you free!”

Redman gritted his teeth at the sound of her voice, the pain of his humiliation cut all the deeper knowing that his ultimate nemesis was there to observe it. 

Also, the tone of her voice told him that once again he had been defeated, his handsome young body felt suddenly drained of all energy and he slumped back into the tiny space available to him. He had no option to tolerate the horror until it was over.

Even after the bricklayers arrived from the village, it took them almost five hours to remove enough of the wall to safely free him. Throughout that time the gardener's prized cucumber remained defiantly in place, as the Doctor, who had been attending a delivery, did not arrive to remove it until he was all but free.

Throughout the ordeal, Redman had no other option other than to endure, and plot his revenge.

To Be Continued