As we entered she looked up and I saw she had the appearance of a frightened, trapped rabbit.
Her pretty blue eyes were darting from one to the other of us.
They settled on Aunt Helen.
“Please, Mistress,” she implored, “It weren't moy fault, it were the vicar. 'e grabbed moy bum as oi went t' pour the gravy fer 'is woife. Made oi jump 'e did, Mistress.”
The words poured forth in her broad Suffolk accent, then, when Lady Helen did not immediately reply, she turned to me.
“Please, Miss, you saw what 'e did.”
I turned to my aunt.
“I did see her jump, Aunt Helen,” I agreed.
Aunt Helen looked at me steadily, a stern look as she said.
“And did you see Reverend Wallace touch her inappropriately?”
I looked at Bethany, her eyes wide, pleading with me to help her but I could not lie for her.
“No Aunt, I am afraid I did not.”
Bethany slumped forward, a deep groan escaped her.
“Did any of you see the Reverend Wallace behave in an inappropriate manner?”
Aunt Helen looked around the other maids each of them looking at the floor, not answering.
“No, I thought not,” she said, turning back to the wretched girl in front of her. “It is bad enough that you embarrassed me in front of my guests, but now you try to defame the very husband of the guest you soiled!”
She turned to the housemaid.
“Prepare her for her punishment, Melissa.”
“Yes, Madam,” she replied simply.
I opened my mouth, ready to defend the poor maid but when I saw the serious look on my aunt's face I decided better of it lest I was to receive a punishment myself.
I had no idea what to expect but the thing I really didn't understand was why Bethany had been made to remove her uniform. Surely if she was to have pay deducted or to be reprimanded in front of the other staff...
Then I realised. She must have spilled gravy on herself also and had not been allowed to leave the kitchens until the mistress had reprimanded her. The offending liquid would have to be removed before it left a permanent stain and thus, she was given a robe. Simple.
"Now, Young lady," my aunt began, "You have been employed here since you were fourteen, some seven years I believe. That is correct is it not?"
"Yes Mistress," Bethany replied quietly.
"In that time I have had to chastise you occasionally for small errors that you have made, yes?"
A small sound escaped from the young woman's lips.
"Speak up girl!" Lady Helen barked.
The frightened maid gave a little sob before answering a little louder.
"Yes Mistress."
"That is better." Aunt Helen reply more gently. "I am sad that you have not learned from these punishments and have tried to accuse one of my guests of causing you to spill gravy upon his wife by way of extremely ungentlemanly behaviour. I am afraid, Bethany, that your punishment this time must be more severe than usual then perhaps you will not be tempted into such ways in the future."
"But Mistress. Oi dint.." she stopped abruptly as she saw the look on Aunt Helen's face, then continued with a more resigned, "Yes, Mistress, thank you."
Lady Helen turned her head to the housekeeper and nodded slowly.
Melissa stepped forward and held out her hand to the young maid who slowly stood, head bowed and tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.
The other servants stood silently, faces sullen as Melissa reached out and untied the cord around Bethany's waist, then slipped the loose fabric from her shoulders.
Once again, my mouth opened wide for there before me, the young maid was totally naked. I turned to my aunt to protest at such outrageous behaviour but she was looking steadily at the maid.
Melissa then lead Bethany to the long empty table and helped her to lay face down on it.
Her arms hung over the sides and the housekeeper took two satin cords and tied each of her wrists to the nearest table leg then, moving to the other end and using two more cords, tied one end of each around her ankles and the other ends around the table legs.
The effect of this was to completely immobilise the poor young thing with her legs splayed wide and her most intimate parts being clearly visible to me.
I turned away in shock and embarrassment. I had never seen anyone naked before and certainly not in such a way.
"Victoria!" I heard my name spoken sharply.
"Yes Aunt?" I said quietly.
"Victoria," she repeated, a little calmer now, "If you are to remain in this household you must learn discipline. You must not show weakness!"
"But Aunt Helen, this is wrong. This is..." I stopped as she held up her hand.
"If you do not wish to take her place, I suggest you learn a little civility. This is my house and you will abide by my rules!"
I looked her directly in the eye and replied firmly:
"Yes, Aunt Helen!"
I turned back. Melissa was now beside my aunt and in her hand was a thin cane, such as the one my headmistress kept in her office. I had never experienced the touch of it on my flesh, but some of my friends had been whipped on their hands with it. They told me it had been the most painful thing they had ever endured.
It slowly dawned on me what punishment Bethany was about to receive and it made my stomach churn.
Aunt Helen stepped forward, took the cane and stood beside the table, flexing it.
"Your Punishment will be ten strokes for the incident after which you will be cleansed which, I hope, will wash away any further thoughts of insolence regarding my guests."
I heard Bethany let out a little sob before my aunt continued.
"You will count each stroke and call out the count so that I make no error. Is that understood?"
"Yes Mistress," Bethany sobbed.
The rest of the staff looked on in total silence almost breathless.
Aunt Helen raised the thin cane and brought it down three or four times without contacting the prone body before her.
Bethany was visible trembling. Her knuckles white as they made a tight fist in anticipation of the first stroke. I could not see her pretty eyes any more as they were closed tightly and her mouth was a thin line.
A swish and a loud crack and Bethany screamed out as the thin stick contacted her soft white flesh.
I physically jumped in sympathy and shock as the cane met flesh and Bethany cried out:
“One, Mistress.” Her voice cracking as she spoke.
A white line across her buttock was slowly becoming red and slightly raised as my cruel aunt lifted the cane for a second stroke.
Another swish and crack and another scream from the victim. I wanted to stop this cruelty, protect her, but I could not. I looked around the staff and saw that some were even smiling.
Melissa stood beside Aunt Helen, a grim but somewhat pleased look, so I thought. Surely I was wrong. No-one could enjoy this kind of punishment... could they?
“Two, Mistress!” the shaky voice cried out again.
The second strike crossed the first, a sort of ironic kiss.
Another whack and a scream.
“Three, Mistress.”
I wanted to turn and run but that would not help, may even make things worse for me.
Swish, Crack!
“Four Mistress!” Bethany screamed out. The fourth stoke had been aimed across the top of her derrière, just below the two sweet dimples at the small of her back.
“Five, Mistress!” she sobbed openly now, the stripes beginning to turn purple on stark contrast to the pale pink of her soft, unblemished flesh.
I looked at my aunt. Her face was expressionless. I saw no joy there and no remorse either, just the face of a woman with a purpose.
She waited a moment, allowing the pain to subside and giving the young maid a short respite.
But not much for the sixth stroke landed firmly at the top of her legs, at the base of her buttocks, exactly on the little crease that appears when standing.
I realised these were no random strokes but designed to be a reminder, after the punishment was over. She would not be able to sit in any position for some time without feeling the pain all over again.
“Six Mistress.” She sobbed as her fingers stretched and gripped alternatively and her body shook violently.
My eyes were beginning to moisten. How much more of this could she endure?
“Seven, Mistress!” as the next stroke whacked loudly across her fleshy globes, already criss-crossed with vivid purple lines.
“Eight, Mistress!” Bethany screamed out between sobs. Here tears were flowing freely and the pain was etched in her face.
Whack! The cane fell across the tops of her thighs leaving a narrow stripe across the back of each leg.
“Nine, Mistress.” I felt as though I had been watching for hours but in truth it had been no more than five minutes, to Bethany it must have felt an eternity.
The tenth seemed harder and louder than the previous nine and Bethany screamed and sobbed harder as she called out: “Ten, Mistress,” and her body went limp as she relaxed with the knowledge that the last stroke had been administered.
I wanted to run to her, to soothe her pain but as I took a step towards the table, Aunt Helen stopped me, holding my arm gently.
“That is not for you, Victoria,” she said softly as though all the anger had dissipated.
Melissa stepped forwards and untied each of the cords from Bethany's wrists and ankles but the sobbing young woman did not, could not, move.