Amanda Smith was resigned to being indentured to Crawford House. She would have much
rather been at home on her family`s farm, but she knew that her father was in debt to
Horace Crawford. If she could successfully complete a year of indentured service, this
debt would be cleared. Otherwise, her father would lose everything he owned. Thus, she
was trying to make the best of her situation and, at times, she became almost comfortable
with it.
Her duties as a serving girl were light, dusting and cleaning, scrubbing floors,
waiting on Master Crawford. She was allowed some free time and was given permission to
use the library and to roam about the forests and gardens that surrounded the old mansion.
She had to go about in nothing but a mere scrap of cloth, a short dress of a brown
color. It knotted on over one shoulder and came right up to the line of her rounded
buttocks. And she was allowed to wear no undergarments, forced to go nude beneath the
dress. She was permitted no shoes or stockings. At all times, she was barefoot, rain or
shine, warm or cold.
Horace Crawford liked his servant girls clean and smooth. Thus, Amanda had to do a
body-shave with her morning bath. The shavings included her pubic mound, and this left
her truly bare. At 18, Amanda was a lighthearted and even mischievous girl, and these
qualities were the cause of her first punishment under Crawford`s rule.
With a bit of free time on her hands, Amanda was frolicking in the east parlor,
romping with Crawford`s huge German Shepherd. The dog had started barking just as
Fletcher, Crawford`s chief houseman, happened by.
Secure in the knowledge that he could take this girl to Crawford to be punished,
Fletcher paused in the doorway, admiring Amanda`s youthful and lovely appearance. She was
down on her hands and knees with the dog, her tiny garment fluttering about her firm
buttocks. She was a slender girl with rounding breasts and a peaches and cream
complexion. Her hair was blonde, the color of sand, hints of strawberry in it, and it
hung past her shoulders and around her pretty face.
Fletcher was eager to see this girl naked, and she would be naked indeed for
punishment!
"Get up from there, girl," he said.
Amanda fairly jumped to her feet, startled to find that she was being watched. She
started to explain, but Fletcher was grabbing her by the wrist and taking her from the
room.
"You`ll answer to your master for creating this ruckus," he said to her.
Amanda found herself in the library, facing Horace Crawford. He was seated in a
wingback chair, working on some correspondence, and he smiled when he learned of the
situation.
Crawford was dressed in the fashion of the wealthy gentlemen of the American
Colonies, his breeches tied above white stockings, his shirt ruffled in front, a long
coat. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
Forbidding as he was, Amanda found her new master to be oddly handsome. He was
well into his fifties, tall, his hair turning gray. But his eyes belied a coldness, and
she was always frightened in his presence.
Fletcher was quick to describe the incident in the east parlor. Amanda was given
no chance to defend herself.
Crawford touched his fingertips together. "This girl will be punished on the
sawhorse," he said to Fletcher. "Take her away. Strip her bare and do the
necessary bindings. I`ll join you once you`ve had time to prepare her."
"What are you going to do to me?" Amanda asked.
"You`ll find out soon enough," was Crawford`s only reply.
Amanda tried to yank herself free, but Fletcher was a broad and powerful man, and
he began hauling her from the room. Her struggles became such that she fell to the floor,
feet kicking, her hair falling across her face. But Fletcher just dragged her along
behind him.
The sawhorse was one of the many odd punishment contraptions in Crawford House. It
was stationed in a room on the second floor, and this room was almost empty save for the
sawhorse itself. The ceiling was high, the windows tall and without drapes or curtains,
the wooden floor polished. The dreaded sawhorse, crafted of the finest mahogany, sat
ominously in the middle of the room. A wooden cylinder of the same mahogany was mounted
atop it.
When Fletcher had her next to this punishment device, he told her that he was going
to strap her up to it, and Amanda began to plead with him.
"Please don`t tie me to that horrid thing," she was saying.
But Fletcher was undoing the one knot that held her shift up, and when the dress
fell to the floor, he hoisted the now-nude girl up onto the cylinder, her midriff directly
on the middle of it, her arms dangling over one side, her legs over the other. He
crisscrossed two belts over the small of her back and under the cylinder, buckling them
securely to pinion her down.
Amanda`s hands and feet waved at the air, her fingers splayed, the toes wriggling,
the very picture of youth in captivity.
Fletcher paused for a moment and gazed at Amanda, savoring her very helplessness.
This was one aspect of his duties that he more than relished. His only wish at present
was that Crawford had more than one indentured girl in the house.
"Let`s get you fixed up a bit more securely," he said as he returned to
the task at hand. "We don`t want you avoiding any of your punishment."
There were gleaming, brass fittings near the bottom of each of the sawhorse`s
support posts. Each fitting had a long leather strap attached to it, and Fletcher tied
Amanda`s wrists and ankles into the ends of these straps. She was doing her best to wrest
herself free of his grasping hands, but he soon had her fastened and pulled out into a
downward X shape, her hair hanging toward the floor, her arms and legs spread wide. The
bare buttocks were at just about the height of a person`s waist, and this left both her
pussy and her anus in ideal positions for being invaded!
As Fletcher tied the last knot fast, Horace Crawford was entering the room.
Craning her neck, Amanda looked upward to see that her master had a riding crop of braided
leather in hand. Her body stiffened and then strained at the bindings. She knew full
well that the crop would be used on her bare bottom!
"Looks like she`s ready for her punishment," Crawford was saying as he
came toward the sawhorse. "Perhaps she knows that this is the best thing for
her."
"I`m not certain of that," Fletcher said as she stepped aside. "She
put up quite a fight, and she whined over being strapped down."
Crawford was feeling Amanda`s buttocks, his hand slipping between her thighs to
fondle the smooth sex cleft.
Amanda wormed beneath his grip. She was shamed at this treatment, but her pussy
was becoming warm!
Crawford released his grip and then handed the riding crop to Fletcher.
"Give her a good cropping," he was saying. "Tan that pretty rump
until I signal you to stop."
Standing behind the bound girl, Fletcher drew the crop back and then brought it
down across the buttocks twice in quick succession.
Swack!
Swack!
He drew a X pattern of stripes across the buttock-flesh, swinging the tool from
left to right, right to left.
Amanda shrieked at the leather`s first fiery licks!
"Yaaa!" she cried out. "You can`t do this to me!"
But the crop continued to strike, and Amanda looked up when she heard Crawford
chuckle. "A nude girl who`s strapped out to the horse isn`t in any position to be
telling people what they can`t do," he was saying. You`ll take your punishment, my
girl."
Fletcher was administering the beating in a slow, methodical manner. Each stroke
was a separate agony, a lash of fire that pierced deep into Amanda`s naked flesh. She was
wrenching at the straps, her limbs aching, her muscles knotting painfully beneath the
peaches and cream skin. Her toes pointed themselves tight in a frustration of suffering,
and her sobs began to echo from the high ceiling.
"Nooo!" she moaned. "I can`t bear this,"
It was a strange scenario being enacted, two fully clothed men tormenting a nude
and helpless young girl!
In his years of being in Horace Crawford`s employ, Fletcher had become a practiced
flagellator, and he loved his craft. The sight of feminine buttocks turning red beneath a
thrashing was a true joy to him. And the buttocks he was punishing now were a delight, so
perfectly rounded, so girlish and firm.
Amanda`s moans were becoming more plaintive, and she was gazing up at Horace
Crawford, her eyes beseeching him for mercy. "Please tell him to stop," she
gasped. "Please!"
This merely added to the enjoyment that Horace was already experiencing. He, too,
was a man who craved the sight of a bare and beaten girl. Peering closely, he saw
something that made him even happier. Amanda`s pubic mound was becoming moist. The
beating she was undergoing was forcing her sex fluids to flow!
"We mustn`t neglect her little pussy," he said to Fletcher. "Give
it about a dozen strokes."
"No, not there!" Amanda cried. "Not my puss!"
But it was too late. Fletcher lowered the crop and then swung it upward, searing
it over the most tender portion of Amanda`s anatomy, her pubis!
"Yaaa!" she shrieked as her shaven flesh was struck. "Take pity on
me!"
But she got her dozen strokes, and by the time the last one had fallen, her juices
were dripping from her slit!
Horace dismissed Fletcher when this cruel beating was done with. Alone with the
bound girl, he stood behind her, stepping between her thighs. A bulge formed within his
trousers as he gazed at the thrashed buttocks. The girlish orbs were pulsating, the red
stripes glowing. And he could see the pussy throbbing with the strange excitement that
flagellation was capable of creating. He wanted that pussy now, and he was going to have
it!
"And now you need a good fucking, Amanda," he was saying as he freed his
erection from his trousers and placed it at the opening to her crevice.
And then Amanda revealed that she`d never been penetrated!
Crawford`s eyes lit up. He had a bound and freshly flogged girl at his disposal,
and to make it all the better, the girl was virgin!
"You will take your fucking," he said as he began wedging his cock into
the tight slit. "It`s part of your discipline."
He was poking and prodding, finally managing to cram himself within the pussy.
Then, with a mighty shove, he filled the pussy to the brim."
"Uhhh," came from Amanda`s mouth. It was hard to say if she was
undergoing pleasure or suffering.
The pain she felt at being entered for the first time was only momentary, and then
her loins were responding on their own. Her hips started hammering up and down as she
writhed at the cylinder. She pulled at the straps, stretching herself taut.
After seeing this girl flogged, Crawford was seeking quick satisfaction. He
stroked at her rapidly, his cock pounding at the virgin flesh until he was filling her
with hot cream.
"You will learn obedience while you are under my care," he grunted as he
used her. "You will learn to take the discipline you so sorely need. I`m going to
leave orders for you to be given a birching each night before you retire. You will also
receive the birch each morning."
He would have been surprised to know that Amanda had reached an orgasm of her own!
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