Bend To My Will: Fraternity of Pain

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Lady Alexandra reveals her secret craving

Lady Alex had moved inside the house and was now ensconced in the library where Edward had conducted his interviews earlier. Some of the heavy curtains were now drawn against the bright sun and the room was shaded and cool.

‘It was a little too warm on the veranda,’ she said, by way of explanation.

‘I hope you are comfortable now,’ enquired her Head Butler.

‘I am Edward, thank you. Thank you for finding Agatha and Olivia. I hope they make a good pairing and will serve Thomas well. I have much to thank you for. You have lifted a heavy burden from my shoulders in agreeing to run the estate and I know Thomas has – or had – every faith in your ability, as I have.’

‘Thank you, my Lady.’

‘Are our affairs in good order?’

‘Everything is ship shape, my Lady. I would inform you immediately if anything was amiss.’

‘Thank you, Edward. I would like to take an interest but I have no head for business, I’m afraid. Thomas tried to explain…’

Edward saw she was overcome with emotion but he wondered if she was speaking the truth. He found it difficult to believe Lord Pelton would have discussed business with his wife since he was not much interested, preferring to leave the work to Blackstone, his solicitor, and to Edward himself. Lord Pelton had been more preoccupied with hedonistic pleasures than business enterprises. The other reason Edward doubted the veracity of her remark was he knew their marriage was not based on any notion of equality or female emancipation.

Lady Alex was sobbing quietly. ‘I miss him so much…’

Edward ventured a hand on her arm. ‘He may recover, your Ladyship,’ he said consolingly. ‘We must keep faith.’

‘You’re right, Edward,’ she said looking at him with liquid brown eyes. ‘Where would I be without you?’

She had not flinched when he’d touched her arm and there was no sign of disapproval on her tear-stained face. He rubbed the sleeve of her blouse very gently.

‘I need to pull myself together,’ she said. ‘I want to repay your devotion by sharing something with you.’

Lady Alex got up from her chair and walked over to the bookshelves where she seemed to search behind a section of leather-bound volumes.

To Edward’s surprise, the shelves moved to create a gap, revealing a secret room behind.

‘I thought you might be interested,’ said Lady Alex, beckoning to Edward to follow her into the dark recess; once inside she pressed a switch and a light came on over a large table in the centre of the room. There was neither natural light nor ventilation and the room was stuffy and smelt of mouldering old books.

‘My husband’s private collection,’ said Lady Pelton.

Edward looked round at well stocked shelves. There were a few books on the table before them, covered in a layer of dust.

He blew the dust from one slim volume and opened it at random.

Edward found himself looking at an engraving of a man whipping the plump naked buttocks of a woman lying on an ottoman; she was holding up her own dress obligingly and her bloomers and stockings were round her ankles. The man holding the whip had an enormous erection which owed something to artistic licence. Turning the pages, he discovered more pictures depicting flagellation interspersed with text. Reading a few paragraphs, Edward found he was following a story about a man’s passion for punishing women peppered with four letter words referring to male and female genitalia and graphic descriptions as to how the parts were put to use.

When he looked sideways at Lady Alex, he saw she was blushing and looking agitated.

‘My husband brought erotic works back from all parts of the world and was very proud of his collection. I hope I do not offend you, Edward, by suggesting you might like to peruse them?’

‘I’m not offended in the least,’ said Edward.

‘Bring some of them through to the library, Edward. This is not a pleasant environment and the dust makes me want to sneeze. I recommend this one.’ She handed Edward a book with the title, Domestic Discipline: Training Disobedient Wives. ‘Thomas encouraged me to read it and others like it,’ she continued. ‘I’ll see if I can find them.’

Eventually, Lady Alex emerged into the main library with a small pile of books and set them on the rug by the armchair where Edward was reading.

Edward glanced at their titles and saw they all took as their theme the disciplining of wives or female servants.

Lady Alex stood by Edward’s side as he picked up first one and then another, flicking through pages and reading extracts to himself.

Edward was beginning to feel sexually aroused, as much by Lady Alex’s close proximity as the passages and illustrations in the books. He tried hard to look unflustered but the combination of his Mistress’s perfume and the pornography was a heady mix. So Lady Alex was interested in flagellation, just as he’d thought. Standing outside their bedroom on more than one occasion he’d heard the sound of someone being soundly spanked and from the little female cries of pretend protest, it was clear his Mistress was over his Master’s knee.

Once, and only once, he’d heard the swish of a cane followed by muffled grunts from Lady Alex and he guessed she was gagged on these occasions.

He tried his damnedest to look through the keyhole but to no avail.

When he questioned the chambermaid she confirmed his suspicions by saying she’s seen a cane with a curved handle in the bedroom.

He wasn’t prepared for what Lady Alex said next.

‘I miss Thomas in so many ways’ she began. ‘He was my guide and mentor as well as my husband. I am a silly goose of a girl and I make so many mistakes. Thomas brought some order to my life.’

Her face reddened as she spoke.

Edward felt his c**k stiffen inside his breeches.

‘I can be very headstrong and stubborn,’ she continued looking directly at Edward. ‘Thomas punished me when I needed it, brought me back into line. I was chastised only when I deserved it. Being too weak to conquer my own weaknesses, I was glad when Thomas took charge and imposed proper discipline. How I miss that guiding hand now that Thomas is incarcerated in the attic rooms.

Women are foolish and need to be ruled by men.’

‘I would not presume…’ Edward began.

‘You do not presume, Edward. Tell me what you think.’

‘I believe you may be right, my lady.’

‘May be right? Would you not expect to rule your wife if you had one?’

‘I expect I would my lady but that may be a matter of temperament.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I rather expect to have my own way…with my social equals, I mean. I prefer to give orders rather than take them.’

‘Precisely, Edward. But that is partly your prerogative as a man. I imagine your wife would prefer you to make the important decisions being more worldly wise than she, if you had a wife that is.’

‘Perhaps so.’

‘I know so,’ she said. ‘Oh dear, I’m in danger of destroying my own argument. You see how superficial and silly I can be. Could I ask you another great favour?’

‘You may require anything of me.’

‘I do not wish to command. Rather I wish you to command me in one respect. Yet I have already asked so much of you I should not ask more…’

‘Please, my lady. I will help you in any way I can.’

‘I will blush to speak the words, Edward.’

‘You have no need, my lady. Nothing that passes between the two of us will ever be made known to another soul.’

‘Edward, would you play Thomas’s part in domestic discipline. There, it is out! You will think me a harlot.’

‘Could I be clear as to your precise meaning, your ladyship?’

‘Will you punish me when I deserve it?’

‘Punish you?’

‘Thomas used to spank me or cane me when I needed to be brought down a peg or two. I need a man who is as strong and masterful as you are, Edward, to keep me on the straight and narrow path. I realise I am asking a great deal of you on top of everything else, but in a way it seems fitting since you fill my husband’s shoes in so many other spheres. I need someone to look up to, Edward.’

‘Do you really think it acceptable for a butler to be so intimate with the Mistress of the house?’

‘In these particular circumstances, Edward. Do you think you could oblige me?

‘I will give your proposal careful thought, my Lady.’

‘Could I persuade you to call me Alex in private?’

‘We would need to keep up the proprieties in front of everyone else.’

‘Of course, Edward. It would be our secret.’

***

Agatha had caught only a glimpse of Olivia and had been too preoccupied with her impending interview to absorb properly the details of the young girl’s pleasant countenance.

Agatha always noticed attractive girls.

When it was possible she liked to inveigle herself into their company but no such maneuvring was necessary with Olivia because fate had delivered the unsuspecting creature into her hands. The older woman’s heart missed a beat when Mr. Edward showed her the room allocated to the two new servants, saying he hoped they didn’t mind sharing. There was one fairly narrow bed for them both to sleep in, not an unusual arrangement for two female servants who would sometimes choose to lay head to toe.

Not only had fate brought them together but their respective roles encouraged Agatha’s natural inclination to dominate other people of her own class, particularly younger girls, if she could get away with bullying behaviour. She was Olivia’s superior. The delightful girl must obey her orders. What bliss!

Agatha had lived long enough to know her own nature well.

She knew most people would consider her to be viciously cruel if they had an inkling of how she behaved when she was not observed.

She remembered outrages she had perpetrated against certain patients of both sexes but she was not touched by remorse. She was simply thankful that she’d never been found out.

She knew what it was to be treated badly, the true meaning of the word cruelty because she’d been on the receiving end often as a child. Life had been hard. Life was hard.

Agatha was under no illusions. She’d been a gangly, ungainly, clumsy child with an ugly face; no one praised her or made a fuss of her. She was a misfit from the beginning, unloved; indeed for the most part she was unnoticed but if she was seen she was more likely to attract a slap than any expression of affection. There was no money in her family and Agatha had to work from the age of eight.

As soon as Agatha had caught sight of Lord Pelton in his half naked state, subdued and restrained, she felt familiar feelings run down her spine and her mind raced forward to anticipate scenes that would take place in the future where he would be very much the victim.

There was an added piquancy because the man was an aristocrat. She’d never had anyone so high born to look after. It would be thrilling to see a man who’d given orders all his adult life being forced to obey instructions when they were issued by a servant.

She’d noted he was handsome and of strong build and she knew there was greater pleasure to be had in establishing her authority over such a man than over some effeminate milksop.

Agatha was not attracted to men sexually, however, preferring young girls like Olivia. She estimated Olivia’s age to be eighteen or nineteen, when girls from the servant classes looked their best. A few more years and the bloom would be gone; Olivia would take on the haggard appearance of a drudge.

After Agatha told Olivia which was her side (nearest to the little window) both women placed their cases on top of the bed and began to unpack, not taking long about it as neither had an extensive wardrobe.

Olivia noticed Agatha took out some items that looked like men’s clothes which she found puzzling but she made no remark on the subject and Agatha did nothing to hide the tweed trousers and waistcoats.

When Agatha had put her clothes away, she produced a cane from her case with something of a flourish.

‘This will keep his lordship in order.’

‘Heavens Agatha, would you dare to use it?

‘Of course child,’ said Agatha. ‘We want to make our work easy and the best way is to keep the patient under strict control. We let him know from the beginning that he can take no liberties with us. He may have been a very fine gentleman but that is no longer the case; he is entirely at our mercy. We can subdue him with a combination of purgatives, enemas and sedatives on the one hand and by physical restraint on the other so he will make little demand on our time.’

‘What will Mr. Edward think of that?’

‘Was it not Mr. Edward who had his lordship put in a straightjacket? We will be acting in accordance with his wishes.’

‘What did you think of Mr. Edward, Agatha? Is he not a very handsome man?’

‘I hardly noticed,’ Agatha replied. ‘I abhor men in general, finding them coarse and brutish and possessed of very simple minds.’

‘Oh, Agatha, is there not one little thing to be said in their favour?’

‘If you mean what hangs between their legs I care not if it is tiny or as long as a donkey’s. I find the male member disgusting.’

‘Will you really cane our master on his bottom?’

‘We must stop thinking of him as Lord Pelton, Olivia. He is not our master. In any case, he is far gone and thinks he is Mr. Edward. Before long he will be grovelling at our feet.

‘I am not sure if you are serious,’ said Olivia.

‘I always say exactly what I mean. Take care, my girl, or I may give you a thrashing.’

Agatha swished the cane close to Olivia who looked genuinely alarmed.

‘I feel hot and dusty from my journey. Go downstairs and ask for a tub. We can bathe at leisure as our services are not required until the morning.’

While Olivia filled the bath with kettles brought from their kitchen, Agatha undressed and paraded about so that the younger girl could see her naked.

‘You can use my water after me,’ she told Olivia. ‘If you take your clothes off now you will not get your sleeves wet when you bath me and you will be ready to jump in when I am finished.’

Olivia blushed with embarrassment but removed her boots, lifted her skirt and rolled down her stockings revealing shapely legs, took off her skirt and blouse and approached the bath wearing only her white drawers and camisole.

‘I meant you should take off all your clothes, Olivia.’

‘Could I not keep my underwear on, Agatha?’

‘Are you shy, Olivia?’

‘I am a little embarrassed.’

‘There’s no need to be. Being naked together should not be the cause of awkwardness between us. Sharing the same room and the same bed forces us to be intimate, whatever our personal choice in the matter. Should we not make the best of it?’

‘Of course,’ said Olivia, sounding unconvinced.

‘Are you not a pretty girl with a most pleasing figure?’

‘Do you think so, Agatha?’

‘There is no reason for you to be coy. I am getting on in years and have never been beautiful.’

‘Oh, no, Agatha! You have many advantages, your height and your slim body. I think I may be a little plump.’

‘Let me see for myself and hurry before this water cools.’

Agatha watched the girl remove her camisole top which had retained her breasts and saw them tumble into view, milky white and pink tipped, a deep valley between them, perfect round orbs with firm up-lift in the manner of young girls. Plump? Yes, in the sense of voluptuousness. Ripe and full.

And then Olivia lowered her knee length pantalets so that Agatha saw her p***y with its adornment of dark curls and longed to touch her there.

‘Hurry, girl,’ she said, ‘or I may order you to pass me my cane.’

When Olivia knelt beside the bath and took hold of the soap, her breasts were inches away from Agatha and the older woman could not resist reaching out to fondle her.

‘You are not plump, Olivia,’ she said. ‘Simply full breasted. Many women would die for boobies like these.’

‘I wish I had smaller ones like yours,’ said Olivia, then, realising what she’d said, she added, ‘I didn’t mean your breasts were small…I meant they were firm.’

‘Yours are firm too despite their size. They do not sag or droop.’

‘But in a few years?’

‘We must live in the present. Rejoice in these lovely round jugs.’

Agatha kneaded Olivia’s breasts and caressed them with wet soapy hands and Olivia returned the compliment. n*****s hardened and grew. Agatha eased her body round in the bath and pressed her breasts against Olivia’s, n****e to n****e. The girl didn’t resist. Her shyness seemed to be melting rapidly. Agatha risked a kiss on the girl’s full mouth. She didn’t return the kiss but she didn’t flinch or back away. Agatha took this as an unspoken invitation to kiss her again.

Olivia ran the soap over Agatha’s firm flat stomach until she came to her p***y where she let the bar of soap slip away to leave her fingers free to probe there. The girl was obviously responding to Agatha’s fondling of her breasts and to the now more passionate kisses she was receiving and returning. Olivia’s fingers were soon inside Agatha. Olivia had never put her fingers in another woman’s cunt (she wanted to use the word inside her head as she became more aroused) and she found Agatha wet and welcoming. The other word that came into Olivia’s mind was f*****g. It was like f*****g Agatha with her fingers. Good hard thrusts with most of her fingers now, then her fingers squashed together with thumb tucked under so it was her whole hand in the shape of a trowel. The whole of her hand shoved up and down like a man’s c**k except that her fist was thicker than many men’s’ tools. Right up as far as her wrist. Now Agatha was lying back with her head on the rim of the bath, her legs splayed, thighs wide open, not attempting to return the favours now, just letting Olivia pleasure her, and she began to moan with the joy of it.