Their Master's Pleasure (30 page)

‘Enter,' I called out. The door opened... and my unsuspecting victim stepped into the room. I couldn't help smiling. ‘Mrs Hammond! Come in, dear lady. You cannot imagine what a pleasure it is to see you, truly!'

‘Why... thank you, sir,' she said, a trifle hesitantly, my unusually jovial manner having alerted her that something was afoot. ‘I wished to speak with you about Guy Fawkes night. There's to be a bonfire in the village which the girls are eager to attend. Is now a convenient time to discuss it?'

‘Not really,' I said cheerfully. ‘A matter has arisen of far greater importance than bonfires. You are due a thrashing, in fact.'

‘A... a thrashing, sir?' she said faintly.

‘Indeed. A sound one, to be precise.'

‘Have I done something to offend you, sir?'

‘Offend me?' I said. ‘My dear Mrs Hammond, you are a constant source of delight to me. Nevertheless I intend to thrash you, after which I intend to mount you - right here on the couch.' I patted the seat beside me and beamed at her.

‘Whatever you command, sir, of course,' she murmured at last.

‘I'm so glad you understand that. My immediate wish is that you undress. My second wish is that you touch your toes and elevate your beautiful bottom in preparation for a lively whacking. My
third
wish... well, let's just see what transpires, shall we?'

She began to unbutton her dress while I sat back to watch, as happy at that instant as I had ever been in my life, I think. For Irene Hammond, beautiful and voluptuous though she may be, was just one of nine women at my beck and call. Though Freddie would take Elizabeth away in time - a most painful loss, to be sure - the number would remain at nine, for I would be gaining sweet little Faith.

Nine women, and all mine! I know spankers who have but one or two, the poor devils. Indeed, there may well be men out there who share my predilections yet have
no women at all
on which to practice the noble art. One can only pity them and wonder how they manage to stay sane.

The governess divested herself of the last of her garments and stood before me in all her glory. Truly, she looked even more spectacular, more desirable than the first time I laid eyes on her all those many months ago. I knew I would never tire of looking at - and spanking, and bedding - this marvellous woman.

I fetched the medium tawse from the cabinet and slapped it against my palm. Irene Hammond winced at the sound before bending dutifully to touch her toes. I stroked her buttocks, running my hand over the smooth, generous curves, and felt her shiver. I took a single step back.

‘Madam, are you ready?' I asked.

‘I am, sir,' she said meekly.

I nodded. ‘In that case... we will begin.'

 

 

Enjoy more of James Montague's spanking romps in the prequel to Their Master's Pleasure, Obliged to Bend. Plus two more erotic books written by B. A. Bradbury, Bondmaiden and Planet of Pain, both also published by us:

 

Obliged to Bend

 

  

The governess stepped in front of the girl and took hold of her hands as requested. The two of them were now standing face to face, and I stood at Victoria's left side.

‘Are you ready, Mrs Hammond?' I asked.

I saw her take a firm grip on Victoria's hands. ‘I am, sir.'

‘And you, Victoria? Are you quite ready?'

‘Yes, uncle.'

‘Very well. We will begin.'

I took careful aim and delivered a crisp whack to the upper curve of Victoria's buttocks. She let out a little gasp and her hips pushed forward. I waited for her pale skin to flush - a pink band across the tops of her twin mounds.

I wondered if Victoria grasped the significance of this moment. She had just crossed a major watershed in her life, having moved from the ranks of the un-spanked to those of the spanked. Life for her would never be the same...

 

It is the winter of 1896, and the happiest man in England is surely James Montague. Following the death of a distant cousin, the bachelor finds himself owner of a large estate, and guardian to three nubile young women: Cathy, Victoria and Elizabeth. A lifelong disciplinarian, James has fiendish plans for his wards - plans that involve his impressive collection of canes, straps, paddles and whips. The staff must also submit to the new master's will, as maids Alice and Rose soon discover to their cost.

 To help him achieve his nefarious ends, James appoints a new governess: beautiful and buxom Irene Hammond, herself a devotee of the art of correction. Given sole charge of Willie the hallboy and Jack the stableboy, Irene is in seventh heaven, blissfully unaware that James has secret plans for her too!

 With Irene's assistance, first Victoria then Cathy fall prey to their guardian's scheming, and feel the sting of tawse and paddle on tender young flesh. Now only the clever and lovely Elizabeth eludes his grasp... but for how much longer can she hold out?

Bondmaiden

   

 

 

Lia heard footsteps. Not knowing what was happening was simply unbearable, and she turned her head in time to see Dagna hand Holmann a stick the length of his arm and as stout as his thumb. The overseer took a step closer.

‘Hold them wrists tight now, Jarold,' he said. ‘Have you got her?'

‘I got her, master,' the young man confirmed. ‘She won't get away from me, never fear.'

‘Good lad.' Holmann raised his arm and whipped the stick down, and Lia gave a yelp of shock at the fierce, stinging pain. More strokes followed, equally cruel, and soon her bottom was on fire. She had never been beaten before, and hadn't been prepared for how much it would hurt.

 

For serfs in feudal Attland, life is an endless round of toil and suffering. When Lia is taken from her family and set to work in the castle's kitchens, she finds herself subject to the whim of a stern and pitiless overseer. As she soon learns to her cost, floggings are daily occurrences and humiliations no less common, with pretty young women obliged to share the overseer's bed.

A shift of fortunes sees her transferred to the royal household as bondmaiden to Princess Elfrida, but Lia fares no better here - the princess is spoilt and selfish and takes pleasure in making her new servant's life a misery.

Lia's unhappy situation grows more dire still when the castle is attacked and captured by soldiers of Osburg, a rival kingdom. Knowing they can expect little mercy at the hands of the brutal invaders Lia and Elfrida flee, only to fall prey to looting soldiers. Taken as spoils of war, and subjected to unimaginable cruelties, the two young women's prospects are grim indeed. Lia will need all her resilience and courage if she is to survive.

Planet of Pain

  

 

 

He put his hands on her breasts and proceeded to knead them. Jo waited for the inevitable insult, but none was forthcoming. He pinched her nipples, hard enough to make her gasp, and smirked at her obvious discomfort.

‘A little sensitive here, are we?'

She decided she hated him more than ever. Anger helped strengthen her, pushing out her fear. Then his hand went lower, tracking slowly down over her ribs and belly, and apprehension swamped her once more. His fingers pushed between her legs and he stroked her slit. Her every instinct was to step back, away from that gross parody of a lover's caress, and it took all her willpower just to stand still and take it. Then his fingertip found her clitoris, and he flicked it rapidly. She moaned, and shivered. Her tormentor leaned forward, his lips close to her ear.

‘You know, lieutenant,' he murmured softly, ‘I'm really going to enjoy fucking you.'

 

The future is looking bleak indeed for Lieutenant Jo O'Donnell, trainee pilot in the New Worlds Alliance space fleet. Together with her friend and captain, Bel Franklin, she has fallen prey to the enemy - the hated and feared Solar League - and the two young women know they can expect little mercy at the hands of their cruel captors. Interrogation follows swiftly as sadistic League officers seek information concerning their mission.

 And worse is yet to come. Transferred to a troop carrier, Jo and Bel find themselves obliged to service officers and enlisted men alike. An abortive escape attempt leads to a public flogging, then incarceration on Paradise, the ironically named League prison planet. As they soon discover to their cost, brutal guards rule here with lash and boot, and degradation and suffering are daily fare.

 Can Jo and Bel win their freedom, or is death the only release from the dreaded Planet of Pain?

 

 

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