Elise delivered Meg who looked about her with interest, taking in the rich tapestries and portraits on the walls and the polished wooden floor, the intricate plasterwork and grand marble fireplace. Finally her gaze lit on the rope hanging from the chandelier and she smiled and began to undress.

"The wench knows what is required of her," Elise observed as Meg stood naked under the rope.

"Nevertheless she has much to learn and will start her schooling here and now," Alfred said, taking her wrists and tying them together then shortening the rope until the girl's arms were raised out of the way but her feet were firmly enough planted to allow her to spin at the end of the rope. He intended this to be a full body whipping.

Elise sat on a chair by the fire, her hands clenched in her lap. She adored this whip and never tired of seeing it employed on other females. Meg made a fine sight with her arms stretched up, lifting her tits and hollowing her stomach. Her newly shaven cunt with its now-exposed cleft and liver coloured clitoral hood and inner lips was clearly excited by the preparations.

Alfred stripped off his jacket and shirt before picking up the lash from where it had been lying hidden behind a chair and let its tail flick out across the floor. Meg looked at it and for the first time the cool look of challenge faded. The whipcord was six feet long and ended in a weight that made it fly true and the thin, whippy rod it was fixed to was four feet long itself. She licked her lips nervously but gave her characteristic flick of her hair.

"Teach me then," she said.

She began screaming at the twentieth lash, Elise kept count. By thirty she was spinning as Alfred had wanted. It didn't help her, but it provided him with a fine spectacle. From where he stood the lash could wrap her whole body once, and if he moved closer, twice, allowing the weight to thud home before it fell away. Her screams echoed around the room, which was why the staff had been given their unexpected holiday. Alfred had all afternoon and took his time between lashes, altering his distance from the girl to ensure that the tail wrapped then delivered the weight, thudding home across breasts, back, buttocks and belly, wherever he desired. Especially he targeted the newly denuded delta and enjoyed making her lift one leg or the other to try and protect herself, but inevitably the tail would tighten lovingly around her thigh and the spiteful weight would smack home on the labia, or very close to them. By the time she had taken a hundred, she was hoarse and her screams had become mere howls that overlapped and provided a continual background noise to the actual noise of the flagellation.

He gave her a rest at last and relieved the pressure in his breeches by taking Elise from behind as she bent across a table. It was a leisurely fuck and Alfred saw the girl's head slowly raise up from where it had slumped when the lash stopped falling and he saw she was looking at him blearily.

"Hardest I ever had!" she managed to croak between heaving breaths that made her breasts look even more inviting.

When he had finished with Elise, he had her begin the count from one again. And when he was fifty lashes into this second tranche, the girl had stopped spinning and instead was just braced with her legs apart, too exhausted to try and dodge any more. It gave Alfred a new target and he demonstrated his skill with the whip by getting the lash to curl up and bisect her lips, the weight thudding home in between the buttocks, or on her stomach. Her head now hung between her raised arms and only the odd groan escaped her. When she had taken another hundred and her body was covered from neck to knees in a web of red lines and small craters where the weight had struck, he called another halt.

This time he approached the girl and felt between her legs. Sure enough, his fingers were able to slide up into her with no problem. He used his thumb to grind the erect nub of her clitoris and saw her shudder as a small orgasm rippled through her.

"When I resume, you may expect me to target those nipples of yours," he told her and then took her down.

Elise had fetched a cold collation for tea from the kitchens and they sat and enjoyed their refreshments as Meg slowly got to all fours and crawled with painful slowness across the floor to them.

"May I have a drink, your Grace?" she croaked.

Alfred picked up a bowl, poured in some water and placed it on the floor, then moved it towards her with his foot. She made to kneel so that she could pick the bowl up.

"No!" he snapped. She hesitated for a moment and then slowly lowered herself until she could lap at the water and Elise let out a purr of desire as she took in the whip scored back and bottom of the girl prostrating herself before her master.

"She is a well-built creature, is she not?"

Alfred, knowing that Elise's tastes ran almost as much to females as his own, reached out with his foot again and prodded the side of one of Meg's tits, making it swing beneath her.

"Been with any other girls?"

"Yes, your Grace. I got one regular client who's a lady," Meg said in between slurps in her bowl.

"There you are, my dear. You may take the whore to your bed after I have finished with you this evening." Then he stood up and clicked his fingers. Immediately Meg looked up and he beckoned her back towards the rope hanging from the chandelier. With only the faintest of whimpers, Meg crawled after him.

She had learned one lesson, but she now needed to learn another; namely that he - and he alone - decided when a lesson stopped being taught.