1928, Oxfordshire
The 17th of July:
The Rolls Royce crunches its way over the gravel, as the manor house rises in front of me.
New things are about to happen in the turbulence of youth. This spring, I celebrated my nineteenth birthday and I am excited about heading for a major step in my life.
James, the butler, is already awaiting me to open the door with a bow, while servants rush by to take care of my overloaded luggage. James throws me a polite smile from under his grey eyebrows and escorts me through the majestic front door. “His young Lordship is in the garden shooting clay pigeons, M’lady,”
It is the third month of our courtship period and the date of the wedding has already been decided upon. Parents on both sides willingly agreed to our engagement and they now allowed me to spend the summertime at the manor house, of course under the waking eye of good old Miss Elisabeth, my governess from childhood, who is now fulfilling the function of chaperone.
The sound of a gun catches my ear as I walk through the backdoor into the garden.
“Go!” … Crack!
“Go, two at once!” … Crack! … Crack!
“Splendid!”
Lex sinks his gun when he sees me and throws me a boisterous smile. I run at him and throw my arms around his neck. We kiss passionately. “You look gorgeous, my darling, I am so happy to have you here with me. I love you.” He hugs me firmly.
“It’s the loveliest of weather today, I daresay. Come, let’s go for a walk to the pond.”
He casts me a naughty wink of his eye while taking me by the hand. “Charles, take care of the gun, will you?
“Certainly, Melord.”
The big oak at the pond is our little place of refuge. Behind its massive trunk, we can safely sit down, making out and fondling each other naughtily without being seen by personnel or other eyes. Lex kisses me tenderly while the sound of buzzing bees and singing birds accompanies us in celebration of the summer. I am deeply in love with Alex, son of Earl Byronton who is fabulously rich, and also a respected member of the House of Lords, just like my own dad, although we are not as outrageously rich as the Byrontons.
I am feeling unsure about my future though. Upper-class girls like me are raised to enter a boring life that mainly consists of embroidering, tea parties, and dutiful sex to produce at least one son.
Lex is considerate, cute, humorous, handsome, and ever so thoughtful with me and I love him to bits. And yet something seems to be missing in my life, although I am not sure what it is exactly. Is everybody maybe too sweet, too soft with me? As the only daughter in a noble family with two brothers, I was raised with consideration and care and to be honest, pampered in softness. Could it be that my cotton wool existence is missing something? Some edginess … a little hardship… adventure… savageness?
After supper with Lex and his parents, it is time to head for my bedroom which no doubt has been prepared impeccably by the personnel. Gunnar, the servant, is already bringing my biggest suitcase upstairs as the other servants weren’t able to cope. He is a giant man, thirty-five years old, with broad shoulders, thick eyebrows, and a stern look that intimidates me each time he looks at me. It strikes me how big his hands are as he is carrying my suitcase, almost trunk-size, up the stairs, as if it were just a school bag.
I wish Lex good night. “Have a good sleep, honey.”
“You too, honey pie, pleasant dreams.”
We kiss ardently and then I ascend the stairs, following James who guides me to my bedroom. It turns out to be situated at the end of the west wing. It is more of a suite actually, with a luxurious sleeping and living area and own bathroom.
I unpack my things and install some of the knick-knacks I have brought along to make myself feel at home. The window looks out onto the garden that is already veiled into darkness by the dawn. I close the curtains, take off my clothes, and sprawl down on the king-size bed. I don’t put on pajamas as in summer, I like to sleep naked, just under a sheet. Soon, I doze away.
It is already late in the evening when I am awake again, tossing around in bed. I’ll probably need some time to get used to my new environment. I look up at the ceiling hoping to resume my sleep.
What is that? Above my head, I hear a remote cracking sound, rhythmically, once every so many seconds. Are there rumble ghosts in this mansion? My adventurous self doesn’t waste a moment. On bare feet, I slip into my nightgown and sneak up the stairs to the upper floor. It is the servants’ territory, where ladies of the nobility have no business whatsoever to be.
This floor looks different from the rest of the mansion. Decorated in a basic and stern manner, makes the colors look somewhat grim, especially under the shady lighting from only one bulb.
I feel thrilled as if entering an unknown world, just like Alice in Wonderland, my favorite of all books as a child. I sneak to the end of the long corridor to a remote room which should be the one above mine.
What is going on there? The sound is coming from behind the closed door. The cracks, every seven seconds or so, sound clear and are accompanied by little shrieks. It is inevitable, I must have a peek through the keyhole.
What I see makes my heart stagger in my throat.
The young maid is folded naked over Gunnar’s even so naked thigh. A cane in his big hand is cracking down across her bare bottom, leaving red stripes adding up one after another on the white skin. Down and down goes the cane, at a slow and steady pace. Each time it sings for a fraction of a second, immediately followed by the merciless crack across the naughty cheeks. I slip my hands under my nightgown and touch my bare bottom, trying to imagine the reality of what I am seeing. Oh, sweet goodness gracious!
Minutes are passing and on and on goes the discipline, there seems no end to it. My heaven, she must be receiving a hundred or more!
The stripes gradually merge until they disappear into a uniformly red color. Her hips squirm around at the slow pace of the discipline. At each lash, her head yanks up in pain and subsequently, her bottom tilts up obediently to receive the next one. Each time, a suppressed shriek comes out of her mouth while tears are running down her face.
Oh, eternal goodness me, this is so strict!
Under my nightgown, I caress my smooth buttocks again. I am so intrigued.
It is over now. He lies back on the bed, his feet still on the floor. But…? She crawls across the bed, swings one leg over him, and then sits down over his face. What on earth…?
Soon she is uttering sounds of delight, while his big hands are caressing her cherry-red behind. What is he doing? She now starts quivering and shaking, uttering a high shriek. “Hush!!” goes his strict voice.
My eye is burning through the keyhole.
She goes down on her knees on the floor. I see how the back of her head starts moving slowly and rhythmically between his muscular thighs. What in all angels’ names is she doing with him? Is she praying above his lap?? Or is she kissing… No, nobody would ever do something like that, or…?
She accelerates and he starts moaning deep sounds of lust, while his hips are shaking wildly. Then he calms down. The movement of her head gets slower. A moment later, I see her wipe her mouth with the tip of the sheet. Then, they kiss ardently and long.
I am trembling with fascination and desire. It looks like I have found the secret passage to a mysterious new Wonderland.
Suddenly I see him rise and walk toward me. I bounce back but the door already swings open. I see his eyes open wide in surprise and subsequently glaring right through me, while he is standing tall and naked in front of me. He is even more impressive than the David sculpture in Florence, the only male nakedness I have ever seen in my life. I hear an “Oh no!” and see the maid dive away from behind the door opening. He doesn’t utter a word but keeps his glare at me for a few seconds. Then he steps back into his room and slams the door in my face. I am left alone in silence, standing there totally bewildered, my heart bouncing with excitement.
I return to my bedroom and can’t sleep, the entire scene spinning through my head. I can’t resist touching myself where I am soaking wet, as I picture the spectacle of secrets in my mind. That mysterious prayer over his lap, she sitting on his face crying with delight, and then that cane across her little squirming behind, lasing down and down and down and down and…
My hips start quivering under my touch as I enter into a wild orgasm, shaking with lust.
Finally, I fall into an exhausted sleep tortured by naughty dreams.
The 25th of July:
Lex is visiting the notary today to take care of a new investment contract for the family’s factory in Birmingham. Miss Elisabeth, our chaperone, has taken a day off.
It is lovely weather and birds are singing, as if it were a relaxed summer day. But for me, it isn’t. My legs are trembling, as I walk to the tool shed inside the stable house.
Yesterday, I left a note under his door. Will he be awaiting me in the toolshed as I requested? Maybe he has just shrugged his shoulders about a silly note from an ignorant girl, and that is then the end of the story.
The door squeaks when I enter. The smell of wood, metal, and grease encounters me. He is not there. I close the door and sit down on a crate while a stuffy silence surrounds me. My heart is bouncing with anxiousness. The time is creeping by. He probably won't come at all.
The door suddenly bangs open and his tall figure appears in the door opening. “So that’s it then! You’re gonna talk down on me with upper-class arrogance and then have me sacked!” he calls out in anger. “This is so unfair. You had no business being on our floor, Miss!”
I am not surprised about his scolding. It is well deserved. “I have no intention to get you fired, Gunnar, I just need to talk, really!” I whisper.
“So, what in heaven's name were you spying around on our floor? What do you want?”
I take a deep breath: “I heard this strange sound, so I snuck up the stairs, and then, well… I… uhm… oh dear… so… suddenly I couldn't help seeing you through the keyhole.”
His eyebrows shoot up in fury: “You have been peeping at us through the keyhole?! This is outrageous! You are lucky you’re no girl of the working- class, Miss. You’d have another thing coming!” he rants at me.
“Maybe that is what I’ve always needed and wanted,” I whisper.
“I am certain you wouldn’t want that, Miss. You’d receive quite a few of the best with the belt. You wouldn’t be pleased, Miss, not pleased at all! Now, I beg your pardon, I must attend to my work in the stables."
Tears are filling my eyes. “Please listen to me, I beseech. Please! In six weeks I’ll be married and shall live in a golden cage for the rest of my days, without ever having experienced the reality of life!”
His eyebrows go up again in surprise. Then, his face softens. “I am sorry for you to hear that, Miss. But I can’t help you. Your class is miles above mine.”
He is silent for a few seconds, then turns around and walks to the door. He hesitates a moment at the door opening. “You can leave me a note under my door if you want, and maybe, very maybe, I could see what I can do.”
The door closes with a squeal and a click, leaving me alone, angry with myself, wondering what the hell it is, I am doing. Am I out of my mind? I really should get a grip on myself and stop with this risky nonsense. I am about to marry for heaven’s sake!
The 11th of August:
The summer night is mild, and crickets are chirping their recital when I sneak out of the backdoor in my nightgown, barefooted to avoid any noise. Everybody in the mansion is already asleep. I have asked him to meet me for a further exchange of thoughts about my ‘upbringing’.
Walking in the garden while naked under my nightgown, makes my heart beat with excitement. I am fully aware that this is ever so inappropriate and naughty for a young lady.
All week, I have been fantasizing about him taking me over his knee. I imagine him lifting my nightgown, and slapping my naughty bare bottom with his big hand ever so long and hard till I am crying bitter tears. How liberating and magnificent that must be! After long consideration, I have decided to ask him tonight. But will I have enough courage? Nerves of uncertainty are swirling in my stomach. I must be crazy, I figure. I am crazy! But I desperately need to do this once in my life, before I conform to a lifetime marriage, wedged in the austerity of high-society wife- and motherhood.
The toolshed door seems to squeal louder than the first time, as I open it ever so slowly.
The shed and the rough tools against the wall look mysterious, gold-like illuminated by the candle he has put on the workbench. The flickering of the light is throwing magic shadows onto the wall and onto him… He is sitting on a wooden crate, a broad belt in his hand. His strict eyes are piercing through me, vaporizing my courage into the air; I suddenly realize I won't be bold enough to ask him for a spanking tonight.
My voice can’t help stuttering when I speak.
“So pleased you are responding to my note for taking a further step in …”
“You don’t seem to be ashamed about depriving me of my night’s rest after a day of hard labour, Miss!”
His authority cringes me down to a six-year-old girl. “I am so sorry, there is just so much I…”
“Over my knee, Miss!”
My heart bounces in my throat. “I thought… I meant to say… I…”
“Over my knee, Miss!”
His compelling eyes seem to convert my vulnerable resistance into snow on a hot stove. On trembling feet, I approach him. I hadn’t counted with the belt. It looks so threatening and savage and my satin summer nightgown is very thin.
With an ever-so-swift swing, his big hands pull me over one leg. He locks me between his thighs strong as tree trunks, and pushes my right arm down on my back. The new position literally takes my breath away while the smell of the rough wooden floor, close to my face, emphasizes the austerity of my situation.
“Twenty-four with the belt, Miss!” goes his strict voice. I shriek terrified. It was not like this in my dreams, not like this at all! Oh God, my nightgown is so thin! Suddenly, his hand glides over my legs, sliding up the soft satin to bare my trembling bottom. My milk-white backside has never been exposed to the eyes of a man before…
What happens next is beyond imagination. Slaps crack down one after the other and hurt a thousand times more than I ever imagined in my erotic fantasies. I squeal in despair as I can’t handle the pain already after the third whack. There is no chance in the world I am going to survive the next twenty-one of those. I will die!! But I have no choice in my locked position, my bottom disgracefully up in the air. I shout in despair as the belt lashes across my behind with a sting hot as magma tapped from the core of hell. I start losing my very mind when he is only halfway. I shake my head left and right yelling in helplessness. No more!!! I can’t … killing me!!! On and on goes the belt, at a steady pace, till the very last one.
Then, it is over. I rise from my position of hell, weeping loudly. My bottom is still raging in a blazing fire. He wraps his strong arms around me and comforts me. I look up at him, sobbing through my tears. No woman would be able to kiss him when he is standing straight, the tall rock of a man he is.
“You must go to bed now, Miss,” he says in a low voice.
On my way back, I feel the cool night breeze through my nightgown, caressing my bottom ablaze. In my bedroom’s mirror, I admire my rear side. A girdle of purple-red is painted over my buttocks like a naughty too-short skirt. I take off my nightgown and lie down on my tummy with only the sheet covering me.
It has been the most horrific and painful experience of my life. But now it is over, I am cherishing my pain. The cool satin feels wonderful over my sore naked behind. I am so damp between my legs and my fantasy starts carrying me away. In my imagination, I picture what would have happened if the belt had continued slapping, on and on and on, a hundred times, strictly on my naughty bare bottom, on and on till I… I sigh as my groin starts contracting and shaking while I glide into a deep and round orgasm. A long moan of utter delight escapes my mouth.
How surprising, getting an orgasm by just strongly thinking of something;
which is the last thing that crosses my mind before the friendly night dozes me away, feeling happy and fully satisfied.
The 15th of August:
Time flies by. It is only two weeks before the wedding. The days have been busy lately and buzzing with visitors: craftsmen, caters, artists, and organizers, all preparing and arranging for the big day, while the best tailor in the region is devoting the finishing touch to my wedding dress, together with his little army of assistants. Next month, I will already be living with my span-new husband in the family villa in St. John’s Wood, London.
I look through the window. The late summer sun is already gone, leaving the sky dark blue, almost black. Lex is visiting the office in London and will return tomorrow.
Through my window I see the full moon throwing mysterious shadows over the garden in its silver silence. Today, I have a secret mission. A very last thing to do in Wonderland before I say farewell to never return there again… It is my last opportunity… I must, I really must! I have invited myself to Gunnar’s room for a second meeting to receive the full package this time, just like he did with the maid… After my previous experience, I immensely fear his spanking. And yet, I have this strange desire that has gotten the better of me. The bitterness and sweetness I have watched through the keyhole, this amazing unknown Wonderland…
I sneak up the stairs in my nightgown and walk through the stern and badly illuminated corridor, my secret passage to the land of mystery. I hesitate for an agonizing minute, but then grab all my courage together and knock.
“In!”
I enter and close the door behind me. His room is long and narrow, little more than one window wide. His bed is positioned along the window, head and foot end squeezed between the walls. Left of the door opening, there is a small table and dresser with some modest ornaments. He is sitting with spread knees in just his underpants on the edge of his bed, his masculine legs sticking out, tall as he is. He has the cane on his lap. This time, I have the opportunity to watch it from closer by. It is slightly different from the crook-handle school canes you sometimes see in advertisements. This one seems to look lighter and shorter, with a horned cylindrical handgrip. I swallow deeply. What have I gotten myself into?! I know the cane is the most unfamous implement of punishment in boys’ schools, but at least they receive it over their trousers…
His naked torso and legs are swollen with muscles. “Only for once, Miss.”
I nod softly.
He doesn’t waste a further word, silent a man he is, nor does he have to.
My heart bounces wildly, as I fold myself over his thigh in the same position as I have seen the maid through the keyhole. Bottom high up, knees slightly bent, legs and head down. It reminds me of the carpets hanging helplessly over the balustrade during the spring cleaning. I shiver all over my body.
I know one can visit Wonderland only purely. With two obedient hands, I pull up my nightgown and bare my bottom. A thrill of goosebumps sweeps from my spine to my thighs and then seems to vanish into the room.
There are a few seconds of silence…
Then, the singing cane lashes down across my bare buttocks, sharp like a glowing knife. I squeak in horrification as my hips twist and twirl in pain. The sting turns into warmth that seems to spread all over and then deep into me in the next slow seconds.
Then, there is the next lash cracking down. This is unimaginable! One after the other they arrive, at a slow but constant pace as tears are raining down in the anguish of Lucifer’s fire. The cane feels different from the belt, less savage, less brutal, but more devilish. The sharp tease drives queer sensations down my tummy.
On and on goes the discipline, lash after lash cracking down on me as I am weeping and squirming, gradually drifting away into another universe under the well-deserved punishment.
Oxymoronically, the licks from the devil start raising lust in me, each time more and more. A deep round feeling in my groin is swelling. It brings me several times close to an orgasm, but the sting is too evil, too unbearable, too strict. On and on and on…
I am drowning in tears and pain and yet so craving to come! I am dying to come!! My horniness makes me arch my back, tilting up my naughty bare bottom, just like I have seen the maid do. This causes the sharp lick of the cane to land broader across my behind and closer to my lady parts, just not reaching me there. It hurts beyond imagination, it hurts magnificently! I am floating away deeper and deeper into a world of wonders.
Please be ever so strict, please don’t stop.
Slow and in perfect pace is our waltz: The crack and sting, my squirm of pain, the round deep pleasure propagating to my groin, and the tilting of my eager behind, begging for the next lash. Bitter are my tears. Oh god, I am so damn horny. Please discipline me long and hard! Please be merciless with me!
The fire is now enveloping my entire body with my bottom in the center of hell and heaven. LASH, goes the cane for the umpteenth time, and up tilts my naughty bare booty asking for the next one. The dance of the blazing bite goes on forever and ever as I am submerged in flames and agonizing lust.
Finally, it stops.
I am sobbing like a lost little girl in the hellish, wonderful Wonderland. My backside is embedded in needles and glow. He caresses my stinging behind. With his rough hands, he pulls my sore buttocks somewhat apart as if to better admire the cute girly secrets that are partly hidden in between. I feel the room’s air delightfully kiss my wetness.
I rise from his lap. "Please do with me what you did with her", I sob.
He lies back and summons me to sit down above his face. I crawl up over the bed and swing one knee over his chest and shoulders to end up above him with wide-spread knees, his head veiled by the thin satin of my nightgown. Under my little tent, the second miracle of Wonderland is about to be disclosed to me, as I feel his warm breath between my legs where I am soaking wet.
Then, a shiver of delight hits me when I feel his lips kiss my naughty little front. Oh, my stars!! Then, his tongue twirls over my clit. My tummy trembles with lust. His rough hands cup my buttocks which are still tingling sharply in a wonderful glow. I start rocking my hips like I saw the maid do. The effect is breathtaking as his wet tongue glides up and down between the lips of my naughty mouth below. Safely hidden under the satin, my femaleness is making out with him in quivering pleasure. Sometimes his tongue enters me, fooling around deeply while teasing mysterious spots of lust I never knew existed.
Loaded with horniness from the spanking, it doesn’t take me long before I explode in a shaking orgasm. He doesn’t have merci though, and twirls on and on. I weep with lust till I come a second time with his tongue deep in me, seeing all angels in heaven before my eyes.
It takes me a while to regain my full consciousness.
“Please teach me what she did to you,” I whisper in his ear in utter excitement. I know I am about to enter the third glorious mystery in Wonderland…
He guides me to kneel down on him, while my nightgown glides down ever so gently over my sore bottom. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his underpants, pulling them down. I am shocked by the size of his erection. Who would have ever thought a penis could grow that stiff and big?
"Kiss it!" sounds his command.
Hypnotized by his dominance and the magic of the adventure, I give in to something I can't believe myself. I kiss the impressive top of the penis, first carefully, then more daring as if it were a lover's mouth. The taste is slightly briny and the odor remotely reminds me of the blossom in spring. I am so intrigued, so carried away in Wonderland.
"Suck on it!"
It is so big. My lips manage to enclose it as my tongue explores the shape of the hard knob with the tight opening. I hear him sigh, which makes my heart beat with the joy of serving him in utmost obedience.
Suddenly the door bangs open. I freeze as my body turns into stone. James the butler is standing broadly in the door opening.
“What in bloody hell’s name is going on here!” he rages.
In a flash of fear, I see my wedding shattered into shards, myself degraded to a lowlife outcast within high society, repelled by my parents, and ending up in the town slums or a dismal nunnery. In an instinctive impulse of survival, I jump into the butler’s arms with a cry of despair.
Gunnar’s face has turned white, as the butler pours his outrage over him in gallons of wrath.
“You monster! You wanted to assault His young Lordship’s fiancée?! Are you out of your bleed’n mind? You will face the police! I’ll make sure you’ll be locked away for many, many years. I hope you’ll be old when you get out!!!”
“Please come with me, My poor sweet Lady. I will escort you to your room.”
“And you!!! Stay there!” Your future is over!”
He pulls a small bundle with master keys out of his pocket and locks the door from the outside, leaving the key in to prevent unlocking from the inside.
James guides me softly down the stairs to my room, his arm parentally wrapped around my shoulder. “Oh goodness, Milady! I don’t dare to think what would have happened to you if I hadn’t turned up on time. I’ll make sure the bastard won’t see the daylight for a very long time.”
Miss Elisabeth is fluttering toward us in her nightdress, alarmed by the commotion.
“Please call the police immediately, Lizzy. We have an emergency. There has been an attempt to assault. He was already naked and about to...”
“Oh, goodness gracious, James, is she all right?”
“She is in shock, but thank heaven I was there just in time to prevent a catastrophe. Things could have ended up so much worse.”
I am weeping desperately of shame about the injustice I have brought on Gunnar who is ever so innocent of my accusation. It has been me all the time behind the entire course of events.
James opens my bedroom door for me. Luckily my nightgown is covering my caned behind. I wouldn't have known how on earth to explain that aspect of my Wonderland adventure. I fall down on my bed as the tears of repentance keep raining down. What have I done, what have I done?!
