Lady Victoria had been sent to Beddingfield Ladies College by her father Lord John for one reason only, to prepare her for marriage into high society. His phenomenal success had brought him huge wealth and his recent ascent into the House of Lords as a Baronet inspired new ambitions, which knew no bounds. His daughter would not only marry into high society but into Royalty itself and he had the money and the power to see it through.
At barely 18, Lady Victoria had come of age in spectacular fashion and her arrival at Beddingfield had brought a reign of terror previously unknown among the servants of the huge house. Her haughty intolerance had seen most of the young maids who attended her either spanked or strapped by their Master, Mr Tannard the Butler. Even Miss Grey, one of her own tutors of respectable upbringing had fallen foul of her Ladyship requiring her to bend over and bare herself for two dozen strokes from Mr Tannards slipper!
Lady Victoria's name was synonymous with a spanking and the household staff walked in fear of her. The other Ladies at the College disliked her but felt inferior to her and her status and she quickly assumed leadership of them
It all went wrong about two months later and the first Lady Victoria knew about it was when her father's name was the headlines in all the major newspapers.
'Fraud trial for wealthy Baronet' they proclaimed alongside a photograph of Lord John.
She knew about her fathers legal meetings in the city but had no idea about allegations of fraud. The trial ran for two weeks and never left the news until the dreaded headline 'Baronet GUILTY' hailed from every newspaper vendor. His downfall was rapid and complete with the news the following day that Lord John had been sentenced by the Judge to serve twelve years in jail. The business had already collapsed into bankruptcy and the huge mansion, and all his effects seized by the Banks. His title had been withdrawn reducing him to a common man despatched without delay to a debtor's prison.
Lady Victoria's life was changing almost as rapidly as her father's, and she remained in her apartment trying to take in all the news. Her mother had gone insane and was now incarcerated in a mental institution, the house was closed and all the staff dismissed and a hand delivered letter from a solicitor informed her that all her possessions were now the property of the creditors. The college was in shock and the other Ladies suddenly shunned the self-proclaimed aristocrat.
Lucy, her maid had informed her she was required to attend the Principal in his office, not invited as before she observed, but required.
Her Ladyship questioned the girl's manner toward her, reminding her that she had occasion to speak to Mr Tannard about her attitude only that very morning. Haughtily, Lady Victoria made her way down the corridors of the large house, her heavily embroidered silk dress swishing back and forth around her luxurious petticoats. Two Ladies passed, obviously discussing her situation, both contriving to ignore her as if she didn't exist. She arrived at the large oak door where Penny, the parlour maid was waiting.
"You're to go straight in My Lady," the maid said opening the door for her.
Lady Victoria dismissed the wretch and walked airily past her into the room.
The Principal sat behind his huge desk. Politely she greeted him, "Good evening Principal."
Without returning the courtesy the Principal motioned to a large chair opposite him.
"Please be seated," he said simply. She did as instructed. "Now young lady," he continued without any reference to her title. "I have been informed by solicitors from the Court that all your possessions are to be despatched to them for auction along with all other items of your fathers’ estate." He went straight to the point, "you are in effect, madam, destitute."
"This cannot be so," she argued, unaware of the gravity of her situation. "It will all be sorted out I am sure. And in any event those are my possessions and nothing to do with my fathers business."
"Unfortunately that is not the case," the Principal countered. "Your father also owes this college a very large sum for your tuition. We have been informed that we will forfeit this sum." His face was grim, "I am afraid we can no longer entertain you as a Lady guest."
"But what shall I do?" she replied with an air of expectation.
"I am afraid you will have to leave these premises immediately," he answered bluntly. "You can no longer afford our hospitality."
Her superior demeanour rose to the fore, "This is outrageous. I will not be treated like some common servant."
"A common servant, young lady," he said sternly, "is a far more valuable commodity than you at this time."
"I warrant you should call me by my proper title, Sir." She stormed. "This will not do, not do at all, Sir."
The Principal assumed a haughtiness of his own. "You will not be allowed to return to your apartment, Madam, and you will be shown the door. Your possessions are now in the custody of the Court who have been instructed to package them up and take away."
'Lady' Victoria inhaled several times to calm herself, her breasts heaving in her corseted dress. "Forgive me Sir," she placated, "I am at a loss as to know what to do. I beg you to assist me."
The Principal leaned back in his huge chair, "You have only two options," he mused, cupping his hands in his lap. "You can leave as you are, with nothing. Or," he hesitated, "you can take up a position within this household."
Relieved at the prospect of a lifeline, some of her aloofness returned. "And what position would I be offered? Some kind of Tutor perhaps."
"Parlour maid," He said in a low voice. "I have spoken to Mr Tannard and that is the only position available."
A full minute passed as the young girl absorbed the seriousness of her situation. Suddenly with incredulity in her voice she answered, "You cannot in all seriousness be suggesting that I become a servant, Sir. A superior position among your tutors perhaps, but below stairs!"
"Young lady," the Principal said leaning forward across his desk, "you are not qualified as a tutor. In fact you are not qualified at anything. The only difference between a Lady and a vagrant is money, and you no longer have any. You should be grateful for the offer of a position as a parlour maid for you are no more qualified to be a scullery maid. I am sure Mr Tannard would have to spend a great deal of his time in bringing you up to that position."
He realised his abruptness and changed his tone.
“I am sorry we cannot accommodate you young lady and I would seriously recommend against a position below stairs for a Lady of your upbringing.”
He thought some more then added, “Mr Gibb, the County Solicitor is still here overseeing the removal of your belongings. I recommend you discuss your situation with him. He may be able to help decide your next move. Again I would strongly caution you against becoming a servant, the harshness of Mr Tannard would certainly be contrary to your previous situation my dear.”
Lady Victoria did indeed seek out the opinion of Mr Gibb and requested a further meeting with the Principal. He sat sternly behind his desk and motioned to a large chair opposite him, "Please be seated," he said simply.
Mr Tannard stood stiffly at his flank as she did as instructed. "Now young lady," he continued, “I understand you have spoken to Mr Gibb?”
She nodded solemnly.
“Was he of any assistance?”
Lady Victoria flushed, clasped her hands in front of her.
“Mr Gibb was very kind and very explicit in his opinion,” she said, her voice quiet and slightly wavering.
“As I have no relatives willing to take me on or friends I can call on to support me his opinion is that I have two alternatives. His first thought was that I could work in Service as a seamstress but with no experience I would be at the lowest level and have no secure tenure, I would in all probability be unable to find any suitable lodging house. His second thought was to be er...”
She flushed even more deeply at the thought.
“A lady who provides a service to men,” she spluttered, her embarrassment now total. “He offered to introduce me to a certain establishment of his aquaintance, and be my first client no doubt.”
She couldn’t believe the things she was saying but Mr Gibb’s words had been plain, and unfortunately, true!
The Principal was now shifting in his chair uncomfortably at the tone of this conversation.
“And have you reached any decision?”
She glanced at the looming Mr Tannard still standing bolt upright with his hands clasped behind him; he cast her a wry smile. She shuddered, feeling fear and uncertainty for the first time in her life. She had witnessed his punishments to the girls in his charge and she shifted uneasily beneath her exquisite dress. His eyes bored into her and she was certain the bulge in the front of his trousers was growing.
She looked away from him and fixed her gaze on the Principal, "I have decided that my best interests will be in accepting a position here. If you will kindly offer me a postion, what happens now?"
The bulge in Tannard's trousers was indeed growing, his cock stiffening to a full erection with her last statement. His eyes took in her every detail from her long golden hair formed into beautiful ringlets dancing against her partially bare white shoulders. An emerald pendant pointed towards her magnificent cleavage bursting from her low neckline. Her heaving bosom betrayed her stress at her situation. The richly embroidered dress would cost more than a years pay, whilst her shoes were of the most delicate design and presented her as one of the most desirable Ladies he had ever seen at the college.
The Principal had a look of surprise. “My Dear, I would caution you against this decision. I would, of course offer you a place but as I explained earlier, I can only accept you below stairs as a maid.”
“I accept,” she said breathlessly, her lips trembling at her final decision.
The Principal could hardly contain his shock as he fumbled in one of the drawers of his desk. He pushed a document across the table towards her, "You will sign yourself over to the College as you are in debt to us you will not be paid for your work but you will receive bed and food, it would take a parlour maid at least three years to repay your current debt to us."
His tone became even more grave "Make no mistake young lady, by signing that document you will become a servant of this College. You will also accept any punishment Mr. Tannard thinks fitting. It is your choice. You are and always will be free to leave at anytime, as is the case with all the servants here."
Lady Victoria glanced at the document she knew would change her life forever. Her alternative was uncertainty for her safety, how would she survive with no money or station in a cruel world, There were no relatives to come to her aid, she was alone, none of her so called friends would entertain her now any more than she would if it were one of them. The document blurred as her head swam with the hopelessness of her situation.
Her delicate hand trembled as she signed the paper.
The Principal filed the document in his drawer, locked it and rose to leave, "Mr Tannard will discuss your duties with you," he glanced knowingly at his butler and closed the door behind him.
"First I will establish my authority, Victoria," he hissed emphasising the loss of her title. “Am I correct to assume that Miss Grey did not steal the book you accused her of?”
Victoria shrank into her seat at the determination in his voice. She knew she had to begin with a clean slate. “Yes Sir,” she said softly. I did make it up to get her punished.”
"Enter girl," he barked and the parlour maid outside quietly came into the room.
For the first time Victoria paid attention to the austerity of the girl's uniform as she silently approached her master.
"Prepare it for me," he ordered.
Victoria's eyes widened as the girl placed a curious bottle she had been cradling onto the desk, but it was what she held in her other hand that stunned her. The maid soaked a cloth from the contents of the bottle, which smelt of linseed oil, and gently stroked it along the length of the wide leather strap. It had a broad handle with a long, wide expanse of thick leather, which split into two 'tails' and glistened from the oil. The maid handed it to the butler who swatted it against his other hand.
"Yes, young lady," he glowered at the still seated girl, "this is my authority and the quicker you become acquainted with it the better. I intend to right the wrong you did to Miss Grey." He turned to the maid.
"Have her ready for me," he ordered.
Victoria was frozen in shock, she had been punished before but only by her father and only on a handful of occasions. Even then he would put on a velvet glove so as to protect her delicate skin. The indignity of being put over his knee in his study was deemed punishment enough for a Lady of her standing.
Through the fog of her confusion she heard the maid saying, "Please my Lady, you must put yourself over the desk."
Tannard rebuked the girl for using her 'title' and took over the situation.
"Bend yourself across this desk, NOW, GIRL," he shouted, "or I will leather you twice as hard."
She rose from her chair in a dream and shuffled toward the desk guided by the maid, and bent forward with her hands on its surface.
"Lay yourself flat," she urged pressing her hand against her back.
Victoria resigned herself to her fate and lay fully bent over with her breasts squeezed against the desktop. She heard the girl shuffling behind her and suddenly felt her skirts being lifted up and over her back, the cool air of the room wafting around her legs.
The butler watched in awe as her dress was lifted clear to reveal lingerie of such exquisite delicacy the like of which he had never seen before. True he had spanked and strapped countless girls, all servants of various standing, but apart from the tutor, Miss Grey, no one of high breeding and certainly not a Lady of the means to attend this College.
The layers of white calico petticoats were lifted like a veil to expose a very shapely pair of long legs clad in ivory silk stockings topped with embroidered pink lace garters festooned with 'tear-drop' pearls. The sight of her finery made Tannard's cock strain against his tight trousers and he watched in a trance as the maid expertly slid her hand under the waist of the girl's skirts and unleashed the delicate bow of her knickers. The delicately laced garment was tugged free of her waist and pulled gently down her legs to the floor exposing her virgin white bottom cheeks for her new master's attention.
The maid gave a quick curtsey to her Master and stepped back.
The Butler assumed his position behind her, now fully empowered by her helpless situation.
"Now, my girl," he said slowly, "you will find that I am not only Tannard by name, but I TAN HARD by nature." Her bottom quivered.
'SSPATT!' The strap landed centrally across both pure white cheeks.
"Ooooooooowww!" her long squeal echoed around the room.
Victoria couldn't believe the pain spreading across her bottom and heard herself squeal for probably the first time in her life.
'SSPATT!' Tannard landed his next stroke perfectly over the red welt left by the first one and he smiled in satisfaction as 'her ladyship' let out another wail. She was up on the toes of her tiny shoes, her legs taut and shapely.
'SSPATT!'….."Eeoooooooooowww!" she squealed
'SSPATT!'….."Eeoooooooooowww!" his freshly oiled strap sang sweetly across her reddening cheeks and her legs danced into life.
'SSPATT!'….."Eeoooooooooowww!" 'SSPATT!'….."Eeoooooooooowww!"
'SSPATT!'….."Eeoooooooooowww!" 'SSPATT!'….."Eeoooooooooowww!" He swished two more across her swaying backside, her legs now kicking wildly behind her, the oil from the leather making her red orbs glisten.
'SSPATT!'….."Eeoooooooooowww!" 'SSPATT!'….."Eeoooooooooowww!"
Now she was shrieking uncontrollably.