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Punished by the Mistress Episode Two
(Fiaine Cluiun)

Susan starred at The Mistress as the elegant woman gestured to Susan's clothing with an arrogant flick of the square headed crop across Susan's bare breasts. "Dress, slut. You've already spent far too long lazing around. There are duties waiting for you, and you would do best to remember what I said. If you disobey me, I'll know. You will follow me to the house and complete your work. I will summon you or find you myself when I'm require your services."

Susan knew better than to protest as she hastily shook out her clothing, picking off the straw as she dressed. Her pussy ached with the need to orgasm but if she threw herself into the rest of her work perhaps her body would forget what it had been denied by the time she collapsed for the night? It was a slim hope but one she could focus on as the day progressed.

Her hands flew to her hair as she tried to straighten it out. Without Henry to help her she knew others would notice something was wrong. Cook would raise an eyebrow or tell the scullery maid to have a word. The Butler was another matter. She finished smoothing down her clothing as best she could then followed the Mistress through the stables, not daring to even look back and check to see if they'd been discovered. Henry wouldn't be there. He wasn't going to help her, nor would she be foolish enough to call out for his help, as it would only draw unwanted attention her way. And add to the many reasons the Mistress already had for punishing her, despite the fact she was obeying the Mistress in all ways. 

Her body ached with the need to find her release, but in serving the older woman she'd been given no chance to attend to her own needs. 

The first chill of the wind scraped at her skin as she scurried into the house. She couldn't help but glance at the older woman in her elegant clothing, and carefully prepared hair. No one looking at her would ever believe it wasn't that long ago the Mistress had orgasmed all over Susan's face. She could still taste the other woman and-

I have to clean myself before anyone sees me, or worse, smells me.

She swallowed down her fear. What if the Cook noticed, worse the Butler was bound to if she wasn't very careful. 

The Mistress didn't turn to look at her as she entered the house, but Susan didn't follow her. Not only did she have to use a servant's entrance, but she also had to clean herself off. She paused, looking around, finding the rain barrel she'd been looking for. She hurried across the cobblestones, barely keeping on her feet as her legs trembled, shaking with each step as she reached the barrel and sunk a small bucket into the water. She hauled it over to the table the stable hands and others used to clean tack, boots, tools, and other items Cook wouldn't allow in her kitchen. Not that she could blame the stern faced, rotund woman. She wouldn't want them bringing in dirty items all over her clean kitchen. 

The small sliver of harsh soap kept out here for various tasks wasn't something she liked to use but it was all she had. With cold water she scrubbed at her face and hands, seeking to remove all traces of the time she'd shared with the Mistress. If caught she could say she'd noticed dirt on her face and hands and didn't want to bring such into the kitchen or disgrace the household. 

Distant voices, laughter, jokes, some of the coarse ones by the hushed tones in which they were shared, followed by ruckus laughter, drew closer as she scrubbed her face. She didn't turn to look at them, not wanting to draw attention, but hurrying inside would have the opposite effect. 

"Got straw on your skirt. You been messing around with someone?"

She tensed at the voice. Carl, one of the older valet's paused behind her. "No, of course not." She looked behind her, frowning. "There shouldn't be anything there." If she acted as if he was wrong because it wasn't possible for him to be right, then maybe she'd be able to pull this off. "Oh, I see." She reached for the single piece of straw she'd somehow missed in shaking out her clothing. "Don't know where that came from. Must have blown in, or I brushed against something." She held the piece up as if she had never seen the like before, then let it fall to the cobblestones. "Thank you for letting me know, Cook would have had a fit if I'd walked in with that stuck to me." 

"She does explode if she thinks one of you have been lifting your skirts and bringing the house into disrepute." Carl shrugged as he made his way to the table. "Been scrubbing yourself down out here?"

"Breeze left me feeling gritty. Can't go inside if I'm not presentable." She dried her hands off on her apron, then cringed. She couldn't take back what she'd done, but smoothed the white material out as best she could. 

"Might be you need another reason to be mussed." He reached out to her, touching a loose strand of hair. "Something far more interesting than a bit of dust."

She pulled back. "I don't know what you're suggesting but you've got the wrong idea about me." She refused to meet his gaze as she felt a blush rush across her cheeks. "I'm a good gi-"

"Are you though?" He leaned in, smiling even as she backed up, trying to escape his touch. "I don't think so, and I'm going to find out. Play your game, Susan, it won't work with me. I know a good slut when I see one, even if she's still half hidden beneath duty and uniform."

"Carl, get your filthy hands off that Susan. She's here to work, not waste her time with you. I know you've been warned before about your behavior. Off with you or I'll call for the " Cook bellowed from the back kitchen door. "Susan, inside now, before I come out there and teach you both a lesson."