The five young girls stood naked and trembling in the hallway of the manor house; their
hands were on their heads and their feet set wide apart, they faced the wall as was
required of them. Thin red stripes showed vividly on the backs of their legs and thighs
and reddened areas on their buttocks portrayed further the pain that they had suffered. It
was now all so very different from when they had made their initial applications for the
posts - just a few short weeks before.

***

Karen was so excited at the prospect of at last leaving home, to perhaps live in what
appeared to be sumptuous surroundings and in such beautiful countryside too. She would
have her own room, earn her own salary but best of all, she would be free to do and say as
she pleased. She read again the brochures and the letter offering her the interview, the
excitement building within her as the train thundered along - down to the West Country and
to Bodmin train station.
	On the platform few were people to be seen, a couple in a passionate clinch extolling
their love for one another and a disinterested ticket collector. There were two elderly
men chatting, a severe looking woman in a frumpy tweed suit with her hair tied back in a
bun standing close to the entrance but no one else was in sight. Karen stepped down off
the train and looked around again for signs of someone to greet her, there were none.
Outside, she thought, they must be waiting outside the station. A placard with a name, a
mini-bus perhaps with the name of the organisation on it even, something, just something
to ease her concerns. She picked up her two suitcases and made toward the exit.
	"Karen Johnson?" the frumpy woman enquired in a harsh and demanding tone.
	"Who wants to know?" Karen responded cheekily, her hackles roused by the
demanding manner of the woman.
	"Madam Cortesè of the `Gentleman`s Academy` now are you or are you not Karen
Johnson?"
	The young girl flushed bright red at her error.
	"Yes Madam. Sorry I wasn`t quite sure..."
	"Follow me," Madam Cortesè said curtly and walked away leaving Karen to
struggle with her cases, she paused in her stride only momentarily to shout back.
"And do hurry along girl!"

The drive from the station took them through country lanes and sparse moorland; the
landscape became more and more barren as the journey progressed. Hills rose to either side
of the road and were peaked with rocky outcrops, the occasional small clump of trees broke
the wide-open spaces but otherwise nothing but gorse moorland was to be seen. A long and
winding road led up over the hill in front of them to the old and imposing building that
stood alone on the top. 
	Karen`s heart missed a beat as the car slowed majestically to crawl on the gravelled
drive at the front of the house. It rattled noisily over the thick timbers of the ancient
drawbridge and into the large courtyard that the building surrounded. It was all just as
in the brochures, ornate gardens and fountains, a cobbled area for parking and an entrance
door that wouldn`t have looked out of place in a castle. 
	Old but well maintained, the building had been a fortified manor house in centuries gone
by and the Victorians had done much and well in restoring it to its full glory. Thick,
high walls surrounded by a moat with the drawbridge and archway as the only entrance and
exit to the three-storey buildings that covered every side. It looked imposing yet quaint,
Karen liked it very much. She looked up at the high windows, wondering which room would be
hers should she be successful and gain the post she sought.
	She was led, not by Madam Cortesè but by a maid and to the kitchens, there she
was fed and supplied tea to refresh her after her long journey from the Home Counties. The
maid helped her then with her suitcases up the many flights of stairs to a small but
pleasant bedroom on the top floor. A shower and the chance to freshen up would then follow
for Karen in the remaining two and a half hours before the interview. 
	From her bedroom window Karen could see out across the moors for miles, small clumps of
trees and craggy, rocky peaks were all that dotted the tranquil and open panorama. The
girl sighed wistfully and determined then to give this interview all she could, this job
she wanted desperately and this was where she wanted to live. She determined there and
then that she would do all she could to make it happen.
	"Dark blue skirt and white blouse," the maid said in an advisory tone as she
reached the door and paused. "Madam insists that interviewees are so dressed. Black
stockings and polished black shoes. No rings or other jewellery but makeup is
permitted."
	Karen smiled back and nodded her thanks; she looked thoughtful and puzzled as she began
to unpack. When the maid had gone out and had closed the door Karen felt sure that she had
seen thin red marks across the backs of the girl`s legs. She pondered a moment and
shrugged, perhaps the maid had been sitting on a bench or resting her legs up on a thin
rail. Karen shook her head and lifted some of her clothes out of the case, her thoughts
moving then to the interview ahead.

						***

Outside the heavy oak door of Madam`s study Karen checked her appearance one last time,
smoothed her skirt down on her thighs and took a deep breath - then she knocked. For a
full four minutes she was kept waiting; uncertain as to whether to knock again and to
possibly antagonise Madam Cortesé, her hand raised again with knuckles poised then
the reply came. The nervous girl entered, trying hard to appear natural and bright despite
the nervousness gnawing in her stomach, her hand trembled as she closed the door and
turned to face into the room.
	It was a large and spacious study, tall windows reached from a few inches above the
floor almost to the ceiling to allow ample daylight to illuminate the room completely.
Mahogany bookshelves lined three walls with just a gap in the centre of one to show a
doorway, furniture was sparse but of good quality, expensive antiques Karen guessed. A
single high-backed chair sat on a large square Indian rug in the centre of the polished
floorboards facing the wide mahogany desk at the far end of the room.
	Madam stood to the side of the desk looking radiant and far prettier than she had at the
station. She looked much younger and so attractive now that she had changed her clothes
and restyled her hair. A light grey skirt, tight and clinging covered the swell of her
buttocks and upper thighs to flare out mid-way down into a pleasing set of wide pleats.
Dark, almost black stockings covered her lean, shapely legs, accentuated by the
high-heeled black shoes that she wore. Madam`s slim waist and ample bust was emphasised by
the fitted cream blouse that hugged her shape to pull harshly across the thrust of her
bust. Three open buttons at the neck offered just a hint of the beginning of her cleavage
pushed in and up by the little black bra so obvious through the thin material. Madam`s
face was pale; foundation cream, light in colour and heavily applied showed her sensual
blood red lips in stark contrast to the whitened skin. The long black hair no longer tied
back cascaded down onto her shoulders to frame her face as a vision of youthful beauty.
	"Come forward girl," Madam snapped. "Stop daydreaming and come before the
desk."
	Karen walked, a little self-consciously under Madam`s critical stare, to the chair; she
held the backs of her skirt and began to sit.
	"Stand!" Madam said firmly and walked around behind her desk. She paused and
then sat down in the high-backed swivel chair of upholstered leather.
	"I did not," Madam stated. "Tell you to sit, I merely said to come
forward before the desk. I am not given to issuing instructions without reason and you
would do well to remember that, it antagonises me immensely when employees do not listen
attentively."
	"Sorry," Karen uttered meekly, inwardly cursing herself for having got the
interview off to a bad start.
	"Turn around for me - slowly."
	Karen complied, shuffling around slowly and flushing red as Madam sat silently staring.
At last she faced back to the desk and a deathly silence followed, Madam`s gaze moved up
and down over the young girl`s body, lingering on her breasts and her legs as she arrived
at each point.
	"Sit!" Madam commanded and edged her seat forward closer to the desk. She
opened a folder and began to read aloud.
	"Karen Johnson, aged just eighteen - a week ago in fact." She looked up for
confirmation and then down again before Karen had time to even nod. 
	Trembling still, Karen seated herself, pressing her knees together and placing her hands
on her knees so as not to fiddle her fingers, as she was prone to do.
	Madam Cortesé continued.
	"A good education with good results that are pleasing to read."
	Madam closed the folder and sat back.
	"But are you obedient? That is the question."
	"Yes!" Karen answered quickly, her little voice breaking in her nervousness.
"Yes I am."
	Madam stood and walked to the window, her firm buttocks shifting attractively within the
tight skirt as her long legs carrying her in graceful strides. She turned and rested back
gently against the wall, her full beauty now emphasised more in the full light of the
window.
	"I need, Karen - demand - that my female staff members obey my instructions
explicitly and instantly. I deal most severely with any failure to comply for whatever
reason, excuses are for the weak and incapable I feel."
	"Rightly so," Karen agreed.
	"Could you comply Karen?" Madam walked back to the desk as she continued
speaking. "Could you I wonder, take the harsh training necessary?"
	"I think so...no! I know so!" Karen stated boldly trying to impress.
	Madam didn`t reply she sat once again.
	"Here Karen, at the manor, I run courses in management building. Men, directors and
chairmen of companies, come here to be moulded and built in character. They are taught
teamwork and how to operate as individuals, to think and to understand life and others. I
need strong-willed young ladies to help me to instruct these guests."
	"Sounds wonderful," Karen said with genuine interest.
	"My staff needs first to be trained, to learn the suffering and pains that the
guests will experience at their hands. I need strong-willed girls that can take command
and are not afraid to apply punishments freely and harshly. "Could you do all of this
Karen?"
	The young girl swallowed hard.
	"If I were taught what to do then I could do it," she stated confidently.
	Madam smiled.
	"Oh taught you most certainly would be, but applying your skills is quite another.
Stand Karen, stand up."
	Karen got to her feet and clasped her hands behind her back.
	"Are you a virgin?" Madam asked easily.
	Karen flushed at the directness and content of the question. She felt that it was
personal and nothing whatever to do with the job or the interview.
	"I...well, think... that question is..."
	"Yes or no," Madam snapped in irritation of her hesitancy. "I cannot
abide indecision."
	"Yes."
	Madam`s voice became lower and coaxing.
	"Say it for me Karen. Say the whole sentence."
	The girl swallowed and averted her eyes.
	"Yes, I am still a virgin."
	Madam nodded her approval and stirred her finger in the air to indicate that Karen
should turn around.
	"Bend and touch your toes."
	The girl turned but hesitated, she looked back questioningly over her shoulder.
	"Already you are showing disobedience," Madam warned in a harsher tone.
"I told you to bend, girl!"
	Aware that her skirt had ridden up to show the backs of her thighs Karen pressed her
finger tips onto the polished leather of her shoe caps and remained there compliantly.
	"Ah! Black hold up stockings and pure white panties!" Madam said. "Most
commendable, you have pleased me greatly by that."
	It felt so strange, to be doing this in front of a stranger, bending to show herself,
her underwear and legs. Karen bathed in the compliment as the warm feelings washed through
her, it felt sort of nice in a way to be ordered to do what normally would be deemed
unacceptable behaviour. The fact that Madam had seen beneath her skirt and was sitting
silently watching her further made Karen shiver in delightful little flutters.
"Stand and turn," came the command.
Karen stood and faced the Madam, aware that her nipples had firmed and would surely be
visible through the points of her blouse, she blushed heavily at the thought of Madam
noticing.
        The governess changed track again, playing on the girl`s need to please and
impress. She used a low and velvety tone filled with sincerity.
        "You are a very beautiful young lady as well as being intelligent and well
dressed Karen, I`m impressed - most impressed. Hands behind your back now, head up and
chest out."
        She could hardly contain a smile; Karen complied, proud that this ravishingly
attractive woman should think that she was beautiful. With back arched and breasts thrust
froward Karen didn`t care now that Madam might notice her nipples.
        "I like you Karen," Madam said nodding her head slowly. "Very much
indeed. As you are here overnight I should like to put you to several simple tests
tomorrow, do you agree to this?"
        "Yes!" Karen stated almost too eagerly. 
        Madam clapped her hands together in delight.
        "Excellent! You will dine with me tonight and tomorrow the tests will decide
your suitability for certain. You may go now. Dinner is at eight in the dining room just
along the corridor."
        Madam stood up to indicate that the interview had ended and then warned.
        "And don`t be late."
        Once outside the door of the study Karen gave a great sigh of relief, she had
passed the first part of the interviewing process. Madam had said that she liked her `very
much` and that would go well for her application, Karen felt better and more relaxed now.
She made her way back to her room, moving her feet apart a little as she walked so as to
ease the rubbing of her panties, the gusset was wet and Karen flushed in embarrassment at
her arousal. It had been a most unusual interview, but nice in many ways, not least the
way it made her feel now.

					***

If Karen was inappropriately dressed for dinner then Madam didn`t at first mention it,
her expression of disapproval said all that was necessary. The Governess sat silently
waiting at the end of the long polished dining table, a second place had been set next to
and to the right of her, Karen moved self-consciously to the setting and seated herself.
        The Governess snapped her fingers and the waiting maid moved instantly to bring
forth the first course. She served two small prawn cocktails and stood back dutifully but
Madam beckoned the girl back to her side with a wave of her finger. Madam picked up a
small fork and spoon, toying disinterestedly with her prawns and not looking up.
        "I note three creases in your blouse, Daniella."
        "My apologies Madam," the maid replied quickly. "I will change
immediately."
         "No," Madam said in a level but firm tone. "You will not change.
You will instead undress completely and go to the small copse on the rise to the west of
the manor. There you will stand facing the tree until daybreak and reflect on your
sloppiness, I simply will not tolerate such slovenly standards from my staff."
         "Yes Madam," the girl responded with a hint of weariness in her
voice.
"And," Madam added pushing a forkful of prawns into her mouth. "For the
disrespectful tone you just used you will also be beaten, report to my study at
eight-thirty sharp tomorrow morning."
        "Yes Madam," the maid said firmly and walked quickly from the room.
Karen sat silently eating and taking in the severity of the punishment for a simple error
in ironing a blouse, her expression must have portrayed her thoughts for Madam explained.
        "The girl has repeatedly defied me. I spend much time and effort training my
staff; I expect them to respond by devoting at least some effort. Dress codes here are
strict and necessarily so, we have an image to project and a reputation to maintain. If
you are successful tomorrow and gain the post here that you seek, please remember that
dressing in trousers for dinner is not acceptable to me."
        "Sorry," Karen muttered in response to the comment and finished her
prawn cocktail.
        A male waiter cleared the dishes and served the fish; immaculately dressed he
worked efficiently at his tasks.
        "Now! Tell me more about yourself Karen, your life and experiences to
date," Madam said smiling warmly. "Start please with your schooling and explain
your feelings and emotions as you recall them."
        Dinner was a long affair with wonderful food and plenty of good wine; it was
thoroughly pleasant and relaxing. Madam was the perfect host, Karen felt; she was polite,
considerate and seemingly intensely interested in all details of her life. Often she would
probe deeper, picking up on and asking for elaboration on a particular point, mostly as to
feelings and how they affected her. Karen found herself warming more and more to Madam
Cortesè and was in awe of the sense of command that she carried with her
throughout. The woman controlled by means of words the conversation, its direction and its
content. It was then, with great reluctance, that Karen was finally parted from her
company; Madam bid her goodnight and the girl retired for the night.

					***
As she entered Madam`s study the following morning she did a double take and went to move
back out in embarrassment.
        "Come in and close the door," Madam`s voice commanded her.
        The maid was totally naked and standing silently before Madam`s desk, she looked
tired; her hair tussled from her lonely and sleepless night on the moors. Karen moved
hesitantly to the side wall where Madam was pointing, Karen stood with her back to the
bookshelves averting her eyes from the naked form of the maid.
        Madam looked radiant with her hair swinging loose down to her shoulders and her
lips painted blood red. She wore boots, knee length and high-heeled, the shiny black
leather matching the sheer black nylon of her stockings. A tight, navy blue skirt finished
mid-way up her thighs to show clearly the slender shape of them and her white blouse
seemed to pull painfully tightly under her ample breasts to emphasise the thrust of her
ample bust. Karen felt that stirring deep in her vulva, those wonderful tingling
sensations that had been in her yesterday and through most of the night just past.
        "Watch and learn," Madam said glancing across to Karen. She picked up a
cane from her desk and moved to the side of the now trembling girl. Madam swished the cane
in the air several times to test it.
        "Bend and assume the position," Madam ordered the maid in an even
tone.
        The girl complied, widening her stance she leaned forward placing her hands wide
apart on top of the big desk. The girl arched her back and presented her buttocks, her
pussy lips clearly on show as they peeked between the tops of her thighs.
        Karen tried not to look at the naked girl`s sex but found her gaze returning time
and again, drawn irresistibly to the most secret of places on another girl`s body. Karen`s
nipples began to stiffen and she felt her face reddening as she watched, within her pussy
little flutters of excitement gathered to draw exquisite feelings of pulsing pleasure to
her. It was all so wrong yet so very nice, why? She asked herself, should she feel this
way when viewing a naked woman? Karen found herself visualising herself in such a position
with her private parts on show to all. Madam positioned herself and drew back her arm.
        "What are you?" she demanded of the girl.
        "A worthless slut Madam," the girl`s nervous voice responded.
        "That you most certainly are but more! What else are you?"
        "A dirty little whore Madam."
        "Indeed you are! I watched you at times last night. You touched yourself
didn`t you?"
        "No Madam," came the sincere reply.
        Karen started in shock as the cane swished hard in to thwack savagely across the
girl`s buttocks. An involuntary gripping in her pussy only became apparent as the girl`s
scream diminished and Karen reddened lest her feelings be known. Again the cane lashed
down and the same jolting surge of pleasure shot through Karen`s entire body, so powerful
and thrilling. She hated violence, always had but this; this was so naughty, so very sexy
and thrilling. Why? She asked herself should seeing someone in pain be the least bit
exciting, she didn`t know the answer but the pumping sensations in her body were real
enough.
        "Don`t lie to me bitch!" Madam said in a thick and excited voice and
lashed at the girl again. "Admit it!"
        Karen`s heart was beating fast, her mouth and throat felt dry. The red marks on
the girl`s pale buttocks, her screams of pain and the obvious excitement that Madam was
experiencing simply added to her own pleasure. Her head felt light and her mind distant
and detached somehow, it was as though she was elsewhere looking in at the fantastic
scene. The way Madam`s body moved as she thrashed the girl, her breasts pushing hard
against the thin material of her blouse. The movements of her hips, so graceful and
appealing, portraying the slim hips and firm buttocks beneath as her arm rose and fell.
The girl too had an effect on Karen, her slim body jolting under the impact of each
stinging lash, the way her head threw up and her back arched in pain. The girl was sobbing
now, muttering her admission and begging forgiveness - but the beating continued.
         Karen felt her legs turning to jelly, her whole body being filled with great
waves of intense sensation that surged through her whole being. Karen placed a hand on the
bookshelf to steady herself; the pounding contractions deep in her pussy were tugging at
every nerve end. Her mouth opened in a silent pleading for assistance but no words would
come, she felt weak and dizzy. Karen`s body tensed and then locked rigid, her head threw
back and her mouth opened. A series of powerful surges passed through her, each growing in
unbearable intensity, she gurgled and then screamed as the orgasm shot through her. Karen
sunk to her knees shaking with emotion and then rolled onto her side on the floor moaning
softly.