Sitting at the keyboard, Margaret mused that life for her during the three weeks she had lived in this gaunt old house had been very different to living with her father. Jeremy was a gentleman, strict but fair. She’d had a second hard spanking a week ago, one she had almost provoked, and had on a number of occasions gently warmed her breasts and pubic area before having sex with her but apart from that he had been kind to her. Like her father, Jeremy was sexually very active and liked to try a variety of ways and often several times a day. He also subscribed to an adult book club and made her read some of the juicier passages to him.
"Have you made a start yet?" Jeremy called as he passed the door. Nervously her fingers began to type.
The Secret Journal of Josiah Winsberly, Master of the Workhouse at Pennydelset, started March 21st 1831.
To anyone who finds this journal after I have gone and is able to unravel the ciphers I used, I trust you will find the account of my life and pleasures with the ladies at this workhouse in Pennydelset, most titillating. Had I thought of the coding earlier I could have written down my experiences at my former employment but they are now only past memories and it would take far too long to cipher them. Be assured, this is a truthful account of my exploits. An account that I dare not write in plain language for fear of it falling into the wrong hands and my being prosecuted and sent to prison or worse.
It is not my intention to write a day by day account in the form of a diary. I should have started some months ago had that been the case. Rather I intend to give accounts of incidents that occurred even if they happened over a period of some days.
For the record, I was appointed to this post at Michaelmas last year through the good offices of Squire Pemberton who knew of my work with the ladies refuge in Wyndmondham in Norfolk. He has a perchance for seeing women of all ages but particularly the younger ones, punished on the bare flesh with the birch or cane and then their bodies used as they should be, to satisfy men’s lustful desires.
Squire Pemberton visited me at the Norfolk refuge several times and I was able to arrange for him to witness a number of punishments and he particularly liked the way I humiliated them by making them undress completely for even a simple caning. Of course, while they were still strapped down after the caning, I allowed him to relieve himself inside any lady he fancied before I did so myself. He also praised me for having a young girl at hand during the punishment to suck our cocks clean. A freshly thrashed and sobbing woman doesn’t usually do a good job in that respect.
At my interview at Grange Manor, the squire’s home, for this position I gained a further insight into his likings and found them so very similar to my own. A young maid brought us some ale and upset the jug. She immediately became very fearful and pleaded forgiveness. Squire ignored them and simply said quietly to the trembling girl, "Mop up this mess Victoria and then take yourself to the punishment room and have Higgins make yourself ready for us."
We sat and talked for an hour or so about the position at the workhouse and my thoughts on keeping the ladies under control and what part he, as benefactor, would play. It quickly became clear he wished to see the ladies disciplined and we agreed that a Saturday evening would be the main punishment time although I would be free to punish any one at the time of the offence if I deemed it necessary. For minor infringements I would just put a cross by the lady’s name on a blackboard and these would be totalled and the appropriate punishment given on the Saturday when the squire would be present to aid me. To help keep the workhouse funds in good stead, he would bring friends to view the punishments and partake of the girls' charms for a fee.
Having finalised this the squire suggested we might adjourn to the punishment room and deal with Victoria. I found the girl lying on a peculiar piece of apparatus. It was akin to a carpenter’s sawhorse in that it had stout splayed legs at each end a little over two feet high. Connecting them was a spar about five feet long and six inches in diameter. The sides were hewn away to make it a triangular shape with the top of the rounded apex only a little over an inch wide. Along its length lay Victoria. Someone, I later learned it was Higgins the butler, had fastened her wrists tightly downwards to the front legs and her ankles to the rear. The bar parted her breasts and the crack between her legs. Victoria had been lying on it for some time when we arrived and was finding it most uncomfortable.
Squire invited me to inspect the girl, which I did. She had nice full tits that bore faint marks from a previous encounter with a birch rod, as did her arse. "Birch or cane," Squire asked. I opted for the birch. He gave me one and took another for himself. "You first," he suggested. I stood to one side and lay a stroke smartly across her bum. He laid on one from his side. So we proceeded to birch the flesh in front of us until it was fully covered with welts and Victoria was screaming for mercy at the top of her voice. "Isn’t that sweet music, Winsberly?" Squire asked, "I like to let them squeal a bit so the rest of the staff know I haven’t been soft on her." I agreed wholeheartedly.
"Which hole would you like?" I chose her arsehole and f***ed my cock in, which caused more squealing, and then rode her until I climaxed. Squire then released her ankles, lifted her slightly and rode her cunnie. While he was doing this another young maid came forward and shyly sucked me clean. I was most gratified he had seen fit to implement a suggestion I had made to him earlier in the year.
We left Victoria there for Higgins, to deal with. I am sure he and some of the other male staff poked her as well.
I was well pleased when I was appointed to the post, knowing I would have the squire’s backing for whatever treatment I gave the ladies in my care. However, I could not leave my position at Wyndmondham until Christmas and took my place here on January 1st 1831.
Margaret paused her typing and scrolled to the top of the screen so Jeremy could read it. "I think my father would have been quite a home here in those times," she remarked. "I’m sure he’d have liked to have lots of women stretched out on devices like that bar."
"Most of them are still here you know. They are in a locked room on the end of the cellar. I guess that was the punishment room for this house." If you want to get into the mood of the tale, we can always clean them off." Jeremy gave a little laugh, "I wouldn’t mind having you helpless on that bar."
"And what would you do with me then you naughty man?" Margaret laughed too as she put her hand on the bulge at his crotch.
"Birch you and **** you perhaps."
"I’ve never been birched." Margaret paused for a while staring almost blankly at the screen. "Jeremy? This may sound odd but sometimes I miss not being beaten before sex. I mean, I don’t want an out and out thrashing so I can’t move for days, but a gentle warming now and again would spice things up a bit. I suppose I just got used to it with father."
"Then I’m the one to do it. You’re not the first girl I’ve had that needed a good warming before a fucking. Although you are the first white girl."
"Can I trust you not to go too far?"
"No. You have to take that chance. That adds to the excitement. Once I have you helpless I could thrash you unmercifully. Or I could just give you a nice warming." Jeremy lifted Margaret’s skirt and felt her unclothed cunt. It was wet. "Well this seems to have turned you on too. Bend over that chair." She did and Jeremy gave her arse a dozen smart smacks, enough to put a rosy glow to her bum cheeks before thrusting his cock in and taking her fast and furiously.
Afterwards, as they sat side by side he asked her again about her feelings when she read the account. "When I’m typing, I only see the coded letters but when I read the story I get horny and sad too. I had feelings and sympathy for Victoria but I also became excited sexually by what they did to her. It’s a peculiar dichotomy that I don’t understand."
"I think we should explore it some more Margaret. Tomorrow, we’ll unlock the punishment room and get some lights in there. There’s no electricity in that room even. Then we’ll get it cleaned up a bit and you can see what you might be letting yourself in for."
Chapter 5. Indian experience
"Jeremy?" They lay in bed cuddled in each other’s arms, "This morning you said I wasn’t the only girl you’d had that wanted to feel pain before sex. Was she really like me? Were there others? Would you tell me about her or them please?"
"Of course dear, but it was quite a while ago and she wasn’t a white girl. It was when I was out in India after they had gained independence. A few of us stayed out there as liaison personnel. I had my own house and I had hardly got myself settled when two women came in. One could speak english and spoke for the other woman. "I am Irma. Do you wish to have a servant?" she asked, "This woman has a young daughter that would serve you well and keep the place clean and will take care of your personal needs." I knew from the way she said it, she meant my sexual needs. I knew people in that area followed a form of Buddhism and many were sexually promiscuous from an early age. "She speaks english and will work hard," the woman went on.
"How old is she?" I asked not wanted a half-grown c***d.
"Sixteen, and very nice looking Sir. Only cost you two english pounds a week." From what I had already found out from living in other parts of India, it was always necessary to bargain. Although I could easily afford the two pounds I knew I'd better haggle to reduce the cost. It would help my reputation. I knew that the whole f****y would live well on two pounds for nearly a month.
"I’ll consider her. Please bring her to me so I can see for myself what she is like." The girl must have been waiting just outside for they brought her in very quickly. Even if they had exaggerated her age, she was small but had breasts that were quite well on the way to being fully developed.
"This is Meena, Sheelan’s daughter."
"Yes, she is very nice looking but is she able to work and cook and clean? She looks a bit too young to have had much experience." I started my bargaining ploy. After further discussion with the english speaking woman, I asked the girl directly if she was willing to work hard. She just nodded but did not answer. "Did you understand what I said?" I asked and she then spoke one word in reply, "Yes." I wondered if it was just shyness in front of her mother and the other woman so I let it go. In the end I got the girl for a pound a week.
However, by the end of the first week, I found the girl to be lazy and she hadn’t responded to any of my overtures so I hadn’t had sex with her. She slept in her own room and got up when she was ready. The meals she cooked were pretty abysmal too. Not wanting to cause any friction between myself as a white man and the natives, I didn’t do what I might have done in other circumstances, namely to give her a good hiding and then have my way with her. I resolved to see the mother and return the girl. As soon as I tried to explain to the mother, she took me away to Irma, the interpreter woman and through her I explained the position. The mother became angry and said I was a fool in not taking her daughter in hand and showing her who was boss. "No men here let their wives lead them around. She just thinks you are a weakling because you tried to be nice to her. I’ll show you what to do." Saying this she went to a drawer, and utterly surprised me by taking out a machete. I was about to protest when she marched into the forest. Moments later she was back with a fresh rattan cane. The three of us walked to my house. Meena was lying on her bed, dressed but dozing. She didn’t doze for long. Sheelan brought the rattan down across her hips and uttered a long string of what seemed to be invective in her own language. Encouraged by another stroke of the cane, Meena undressed then crying and talking in her own tongue, lay face down. Irma held her down by the shoulders and relayed Sheelan’s instructions.
"If you cannot hold her down, tie her to the bed or a solid piece of furniture. Make sure the part you want to hit is bare and you can safely hit hard here and here." The mother indicated the back of the thighs to the base of the spine and the shoulder areas. Irma turned the girl over for the mother to mark off an area from just above the knees to her stomach and then her breasts but I was told it was not good to hit so hard there and again between her thighs. For a youngster she seemed to have a fair amount of pubic hair and I wondered how old she really was. By now, Meena was again face down and Sheelan stood to one side. Without any warning she brought the supple green rattan down hard across her daughter’s arse. She used more f***e than I would have done. Meena screamed and bucked but Irma held her firm. Five more times she cracked the cane across that young arse. Even on the dark skin the welts showed up fiery and angry. Sheelan handed me the rattan and Irma translated that I was to give the girl the same again. I thought she’d already been punished enough but I had already been called a fool for being weak so I laid on my six, waiting after each one like my instructor had said, until Meena’s writhing had quietened down.
I had expected it to be all over then but no, Sheelan pointed to the bulge in my crotch, made a circle with the fingers of her left hand and poked the index finger of the right in and out. The meaning was clear. "You zig-zig." It was a word I knew. Both older women watched expectantly as I pulled out my cock. They seemed pleased when they saw it and gabbled for a few moments before Irma said, "You must do it to her now. Do it hard and then do it again as soon as you can. Do it often. She will respect you then."
"Please Sir, don’t. I hurt too much now" Tears were streaming down her face as she spoke the first sentence in english I had heard from her. Even if I had some pity for her plight, my cock didn’t. I rammed it in and was surprised to find her hymen intact. It wasn’t for long. I fucked her long and hard all the while watched by Meena’s mother and Irma until I shot my load and withdrew. Sheelan then took hold of my prick and, when Irma sat the girl up, guided it to her daughter’s mouth. There was more jabbering that I didn’t understand but I gathered they were giving instructions on how the girl should be sucking me.
Sheelan left soon after but not before presenting the rattan to Meena with instructions to ask me to use it on her whenever I felt it necessary. Irma remained behind. "Captain Sir," she started, "You have much to learn about the way of life here. We women are brought up to believe that a man does not love us or want us if he is not completely in control of our lives. If he cannot take the time to punish us when we are not doing our best or to warm our bottoms to make us more receptive before entering us, then he does not care for us like he should!
"I’m sorry, Irma. I didn’t realise. I wanted to avoid and international incident that I thought might have flared up if I had hurt Meena. Do you get punished as hard as she was?"
"Meena’s punishment was hard but not unusual. You have to remember that Sheelan would have been in disgrace with her f****y had you sent Meena back. There was also the money to consider. The wages you pay will keep the f****y well and Sheelan would not have wanted to lose that through her daughter’s negligence. She had to show you the right way to treat her daughter."
As Irma had been chatting away about personal things, I felt I could ask a personal question. "Does your husband punish you?"
"Of course, but it’s not often I actually get a punishment caning these days, although I did get a caning just the other day."
"Was it as severe as the one we gave Meena?" I asked.
"Perhaps it was as hard but I only took half the amount." Meena started to say something in her language but I told her to shut up and she did. Irma unwrapped her sari and showed me six stripes across her bum. I also noticed many other finer marks across both the back and front of her body, especially on her breasts but before I could ask Irma went on.
"I would have expected a dozen for what I did but my s****r took half as she was partly to blame. Fatima and her husband were staying with us for a few days and had been out visiting. They came back just as I was cooking the evening meal. Fatima came bursting into the kitchen and started telling me about what they had done during the day. I was so engrossed with her tale, the meat for the curry started to burn. I tried to hide it with more spices but when it was served up, everyone knew. There was that faint taste of burnt meat. Jamel, my husband, was angry and ordered me to get the cane. I knew which one. A rattan about the same size as the one Sheelan cut for you except this one was well seasoned and oiled. As I returned with the cane I heard my s****r speaking with her husband and he spoke with Jamel. They agreed to share the punishment between us two wives and Fatima had owned up to her part in the mishap. As the burnt meat had affected everyone, they were to all witness our disciplining. We removed our saris and I had to bend over the back of a chair and hold the front legs. My bottom was on view to all including my two sons and daughter. But it was not the first time they had seen me in this position. That was the least of my worries. I had to try and keep quiet while Jamel laid the cane across my backside. I just about managed it. Not like this young thing lying here." Irma pointed to Meena. "Then Fatima took my place and I had to watch as she received her six stripes. She has a bigger bottom than me so she may have felt the pain more as each stripe was that much longer. We had to sit and finish our meal with the others even though the woven cane bottom chairs dug painfully into our backsides."
I then got to ask about all the other stripes covering her body.
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