Courtesy of my delicious sub and friend: MJ Anonymous
All Europe was abuzz with talk of war as Christmas 1914 approached. The young master had gone to London to join a cavalry regiment, convinced it would be an adventure. Melanie had a secret crush on the young master but as a housemaid the chance of him even noticing her were slim, no matter how often she fluttered her eyelids and flashed a glorious smile in his direction.
She
was thinking about the young master this morning, how dashing he'd look in his
new uniform, imagining him sweeping through the wide front door, stamping snow
from his shining boots, before coming for her... Lost in a daydream Melanie's
arms reached out and knocked the crystal decanter over on the dining table she
was supposed to be cleaning.
The crash was loud and immediately brought her to her senses. Unfortunately it also brought several of the other servants to investigate, and the master of the house. Melanie didn't see the onlookers as she was kneeling down attempting to pick up all the pieces. Suddenly she was hoisted bodily up from the floor and shaken. The master's hand was wrapped within the fabric of her dress and his strength was holding her aloft.
"How
dare you!" he snarled at her, his face close to hers, "You will be
severely punished for this!" He dragged her through the house, her feet
barely touching the ground, the fabric of her dress was stretched very tightly
across her breasts as the master continued to bunch it in his fist. He took her
to the cellar door and thrust her inside. The cold from below wafted up the
wooden stairs. He pushed her down into the dark.
As
her feet touched the bare earthen floor the immediate shock wore off. She felt
like she'd not taken a breath for hours, she gulped in the cold air, her chest
heaving. The master had followed her and was lighting one of the oil lamps, it
flickered and cast deep shadows across the empty space.
Melanie
started to sob with fear. She'd heard stories of the master's punishments
whispered amongst the other staff and these came back to her now, filling her
imagination with all sorts of nightmarish thoughts. The master grabbed her
dress once more, this time ripping it open. He roughly pulled her over to where
a rope hung from an overhead beam. "Hands!" he shouted to her but she
didn't understand what he meant.
"Your
hands, girl! Hold out your hands!"
She
held her arms out, trembling. He grabbed them in one large hand and whipped the
rope around her wrists before she could think. The rope was rough and very
uncomfortable, it chaffed against her delicate skin, a dark feeling of terror
rose up from the pit of her stomach as, unseen behind her, he pulled the rope
lifting her arms high and leaving her standing almost on tip toe.
She
started to cry, she couldn't help herself. Here she was, tied up and at the
mercy of a man she feared, a man who could be capable of anything. She could
see her breasts through the tear in her dress. As if he could read her thoughts
he suddenly ripped the dress off her upper body, leaving her open and exposed.
He stood there, looking at her, assessing the beautiful form he'd revealed,
looking for flaws and finding none. A new look came into his eyes, one that
Melanie disliked even more and hated herself for both recognising it and the
tiny feeling of excitement that shivered through her body.
"You've
been very naughty Melanie," he said, moving closer, "Very naughty.
And I can't let that sort of behaviour go unpunished."
She
shook her head gently in mute appeal. The master reached around her and undid
the clasp in her hair, it tumbled down her back, its glorious colour shining in
the lamp light. "Better, much better" he said.
The
rope around her wrists was really hurting now, Melanie felt faint from the
pain. "Please...?" she asked nervously, "Don't hurt me."
The
master acted as if he hadn't heard her. He continued to admire the feast before
his eyes, striding around her. He was now behind her. His rough hands grabbed
the remains of her dress and pulled it down, revealing the rest of her body,
her flawlessly smooth skin glowed in the lamp light, driving the master to new
heights of lust.
She
felt his hands on her behind, parting her cheeks, a finger ran down between
them and continued between her thighs. She couldn't control the involuntary
shiver. Whack!
"Stay
still girl!" he roared as his hand smacked her hard again. "You will
do what you're told and take your punishment!"
He
continued to spank her, his hands hard against her soft flesh, each blow
stinging and making her tense herself up ready for the next, the smarting pain
sending shockwaves through her. Eventually he slowed down, she could no longer
feel each individual blow, they merged into her heartbeat and pumped through
her body like a bell tolling. A new sensation struck her, the master was now
caressing the red flesh, kissing each glowing orb where only moments before
he'd inflicted terrible pain on her. His lips felt so sweet upon her. Again she
felt that finger run down and down and between her thighs, this time there was
no shiver, she welcomed it, she was eager for whatever he wanted to do next to
her. The finger reached further and started to caress her, gently rubbing her,
a fingernail flicked her clitoris and she gasped.
"You like that? he said, "You'd like
more?"
She
nodded eagerly, whimpered to him, "Oh yes please master!"
He
was pressed up tightly against her now, the pressure of him against her behind
woke tiny slivers of pain on top of the receding waves. That questing hand
reached further, started to slide inside her. She was wet and the feel of first
one finger and then another in there made her gasp, he'd started a fire and was
fanning the flames, she felt so incredibly hot. As those fingers explored
deeper and deeper, rubbing and flicking and caressing, he laid a sharp slap on
her left cheek. It was like an explosion inside her, she didn't know which way
to thrust, her whole body felt like it was melting in the fire he'd created
deep inside her, she squirmed against him, against the rope, against the
pressure building up inside her. His fingers thrust into her now, his arm
rubbed between her thighs, his other hand continued to rain blows upon her
pertness as she felt something growing outward ready to engulf her, to swallow
her up in an ecstasy of pleasure and pain.
When
the explosion hit she cried out, she was stretched out on a warm sea with a
dessert sun beating down, alternately burning and being washed by waves of pure
pleasure. As the feelings subsided slowly and she once more became aware of the
rope and her position the master was in front of her, kissing her sweetly and
embracing her, his strong arms enfolded around her naked beauty and making her
feel safe. He untied the rope and she attempted to cover herself with the
remains of her dress. Suddenly the thought of the young master crossed her mind
but it had virtually no effect. He was only a boy but the master was a man and
today, she was all woman and all his for the taking.