Barton needed no help in following the young Rose into the coach. He waited until the
pair of horses were trotting along the cobbled roadway before he closed the curtains on
the side windows.
“I like it not too bright when I travel. Now, Rose, it is time you got to know your
new master better and learn to do my bidding.”
“Yes, sir. I’m most thankful that you paid my debt.”
“Quite Rose, but you will repay me many times in the next year I think.”
“I would repay you sir, but I have no money.”
“Oh, tusk girl, as if money was important to me. Your debt was a mere trifling. You
will repay me, but not with money.”
“I don’t understand, sir,” said Rose. She had a big bosom and it was heaving now
with a mixture of fear and expectation. At eighteen she had heard rumours of what the
gentry got up to, but only now as she headed to Grantham did she start to wonder if she
had just become part of the scene.
“You will understand soon enough. First though, you do understand the oath you took
in front of the magistrate, don’t you?”
“Yes sir. I am to be your property for one year from today, to do your bidding and
never to shirk my responsibilities. If at the end of the year you consider the debt to
have been repaid, then I am to be given the choice of staying in your employ or leaving.
If I choose to stay then it is to be for another year, and then the process repeats
itself.”
“You listened well, my dear. Do you understand what being my property means?”
“Working for you and doing what I am told to do, sir?” She questioned him.
“Exactly. You know, I think you will learn your duties quickly. Do you know how to
pour a decent Scotch?”
“No sir.”
“In that case I will teach you. On board all of my carriages is a stock of decent
Scotch whisky. I like a glass tumbler with two finger widths of Scotch in the bottom. See.
Perhaps, when you have undertaken some training I will let you accompany me as my servant
on some journeys.”
“I hope so, sir.” Rose was still dazed by the events of the past half hour.
Squire Barton opened a small recess in the back wall of the carriage and produced
two tumblers and a full bottle of Scotch whisky. He proceeded to fill both glasses to the
height of two finger widths and then replaced the bottle in the recess.
“Normally my staff do not drink, but I think maybe today I will make an exception,
especially after what you have been through.”
“Thank you sir. Is it very strong?”
“No, not really. It has a strong taste and will put fire in your throat and belly
but it won’t harm you. Have you never tasted even a cheap Scotch before?”
“No sir.” Rose took the glass and sniffed it. It had a strong but not unpleasant
aroma, so she took a sip. “Oh, crikey, that’s really strong,” she said.
“Nonsense, girl. Take a bigger mouthful and swallow hard.”
Rose did as she was ordered and spluttered as the alcohol burned fire into the back
of her mouth.
“Wow,” she said barely able to breathe. “That is strong.”
“Now Rose, as one of my staff, if I ordered you to take my boots off, I would expect
you to do so.”
“Yes sir,” said Rose, already feeling a little light-headed from the lack of food in
the past few days, and the sudden infusion of alcohol.
“Well, do it girl.” Barton took another mouthful of the Scotch while Rose knelt down
in the carriage and started to tug on his riding boots. In a moment she had one off and
then went to work on the other. A few seconds later the boots stood neatly next to the
door.
“Ah, that’s better,” said Barton. “Now, we have a long journey and I intend to teach
you a few things on the way.”
“Yes sir, anything sir, I am just so grateful to be out of those stocks.”
“Ah, yes, the stocks. I gather from Judge Maltravers that you were caught thieving.
Is that true?”
“It’s true that’s what they charged me with, but I didn’t steal anything,” Rose
spoke softly.
“So, so, I believe you. But let me tell you from the outset, young lady, if any of
my senior staff, whom you will meet on arrival at Grantham, discover any of my property in
your possession, you will be brought to me for a severe beating. Do you understand that?”
“Yes sir, but it will never happen, cos I’m no thief.”
“You also need to know that I birch my staff who are lazy, rude, insolent, late,
slow or who don’t dress smartly. I have certain standards and expectations of all my staff
and I make no exceptions.”
“Yes sir.” Rose shuffled uneasily in her seat.
“I also expect my staff to be obedient at all times, especially those who have
agreed to become my property, and I will not tolerate disobedience.”
“Yes sir.” Rose was feeling even more uncomfortable now.
“Good, because as a member of staff you are over dressed. You will remove your
bodice and your corset.”
Rose blushed immediately. He was asking her to strip from the waist up and she was
wearing no bra for the corset provided the support required in that department.
“But, sir, I will have no clothes on if I do that,” Rose protested a moment before
wishing she had not done so.
“I told you I will not tolerate disobedience. Do you want to feel heat in your
buttocks for the rest of the journey? Damn it, it would give me pleasure to have you over
my knee, young lady.”
“No, sir,” Rose said demurely.
“Then do as you are told, without question.”
Rose hesitated and then began to unbutton her bodice. Soon the garment lay on the
seat beside her and Rose untied the straps on the corset. A minute later she breathed more
easily as that too ended up on the seat.
“Sit up and look at me with your hands by your side. You have a full, delightful
bosom and I wish to observe it.”
“Yes, sir,” said Rose, realising she had nowhere to hide in the cramped confines of
the horse pulled carriage.
Rose sat up and placed her hands by her side. Her C-Cup breasts were youthful and
firm. They sported dark areolas which encircled her pink nipples.
“Are you a virgin, Rose?”
“Yes, sir,” Rose sounded almost apologetic. As he asked the question, her nipples
started to burn and there was another burning sensation, between her legs.
“Sit forward and lean towards me.”
Rose did as she was instructed, her breasts hanging slightly down as she leaned
towards the Squire. Absentmindedly he reached forward with one hand and stroked the side
of Rose’s left breast.
“They are young and firm. You are so lucky to be so well proportioned, my dear.”
Rose was glad the curtains were drawn. At least anyone walking in the street would
not be able to gaze upon her charms. The hand had run its way under her breast, lifting it
slightly as it glided over the tender, pale flesh. Then the hand glided, palm first, over
her pink nipple.
“Ooohhhh, sir,” Rose gasped as her nipple burned with the forbidden pleasure. At
that moment Rose wondered what the judge would think if he were to know he had handed one
so young and sweet over to such a person.
“You like the feel of that, don’t you Rose?”
“Yes sir,” she gasped back, for the hand had now glided over her right nipple,
making that stiffen and burn like her left one.
SECOND EXTRACT
“You called for us, sir?” Amanda was first through the door.
“Yes, ah there you are Rose.” Squire Barton stepped towards the young girl. “This,
gentlemen is the new girl, the one who caused us indigestion at dinner by being late. Now,
I have made a promise to my Lord Kineton that she is to be left un-taken until his
Lordship has taken his own pleasure. It keeps the taxes a bit lower.” Barton chuckled.
“But apart from that one act, there is no reason to spare the girl.”
He walked round behind Rose and stopped for a moment, rubbing his chin.
“You know, gentlemen, I think we should start with the beam. She has such a nice
shaped bottom, it would come up perfectly. Rose, you can take this as your punishment for
being late tonight. Girls, you will please prepare Rose for her punishment.”
“Yes, sir,” said Rachael.
Rose was still dazed by what was happening as the girls came forward and stripped
her bare.
“Don’t resist, or he’ll half kill you,” Amanda whispered to her, while Barton rang
the bell for the butler.
Along the top of one of the ceiling’s beams, iron hoops had been mounted and from
these hoops hung lengths of ropes. Amanda and Rachael took one of Rose’s arms each and
stretched it up above her head, standing on low stools so they could reach up to the
ropes. Then they tied a rope round each wrist, ensuring their knots were tight and Rose
would be unable to lower her arms.
“Ready, sir,” said Amanda softly.
“Ready, sir,” echoed Rachael as they moved the stools to one side.
There was a knock on the door and Cavendish entered carrying two items. The first
was a collection of newly hewn birch twigs, and the second a straightforward cane about
four feet in length.
“Thank you Cavendish. My guests would doubtless like their brandy glasses renewed
before we begin.”
“Yes, sir,” said Cavendish, admiring the exposed beauty of the young girl who was
strapped up to the beam.
Squire Barton waited patiently behind the girl, who had seen the birch twigs
Cavendish had brought into the room. She had heard of judicial birching in the past and
had even witnessed one on a man, but she had never in her wildest dreams anticipated she
would also experience a similar fate.
“Gentlemen,” said Barton as Cavendish closed the door softly behind him, “to your
very good health and a splendid evening of entertainment.”
“To your health,” the two gentlemen replied.
“Now,” said Barton after swallowing a good slug of Brandy, “how many shall we tickle
her cheeks with tonight? Six seems hardly enough for such a pretty bottom, and a dozen may
be more than this fledgling can take. I suggest we settle on a round ten.”
“Sounds fair.”
“Ten it is then. Henry, you can take the first set, then you Percy and I will take
up the last. Lets hope the bundle will last. In your own time Henry.”
“Thank you Squire,” said Henry, a rather plump, sweaty man. He stepped to the rear
of Rose and picked up the switch.
“Right young lady, you is getting ten strokes from each of us.”
“Each of you?” Rose’s eyes nearly popped out of her sockets with fear.
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