The History Society Ch. 10

Chapter Ten

It was as she was walking back from the boot room that Emma remembered that she had to take Lord Talbot his refreshments at eleven and so she hurried to the kitchen and found the cook waiting with the tray.

"You better hurry up, my girl, or you will be getting punished for being late," the woman snapped abruptly and Emma took the tray and headed to her master's study. Balancing it precariously as she opened doors, Emma hurried along, hearing the grandfather clock in the hall striking the hour just as she tapped on the door.

"Enter," Lord Talbot shouted and so she pushed open the door and went in, wondering just what service she would be called upon to provide for her master.

She placed the tea tray on a small occasional table and then waited, eyes studying the patterned rug, as Lord Talbot scrawled a flamboyant signature onto a piece of paper and then tossed it to one side as he stood up.

"Hmm, Emma isn't it?"

She nodded, nerves jangling as his fingers reached out and touched a fine tendril of auburn hair that had escaped from her mob cap.

"A new maid who is in need of training if she is to keep her place here. First you may pour my tea for me. Two sugars and just a little milk."

Emma fiddled with the tea things, fingers trembling as she wondered what the second part of her task was going to be. She handed him a porcelain cup and saucer and he took it from her and walked over to the window and stared out into the park land as he sipped the tea daintily.

Finishing, he brought the cup back and set it on the tray then picked up the sugar tongs and idly played with them as his eyes fastened on her.

"Remove your blouse, girl," he stated calmly and Emma felt the familiar frisson of fear mixed with excitement and lust run down her spine as she fumbled with the tiny buttons. The blouse opened slowly and she then slipped it off her shoulders and hung it on the back of a chair before turning to face her master again. He reached out and pushed the straps of her chemise off her shoulders and then watched as it dropped down, revealing her ivory white breasts to his gaze.

"Hmm, surprisingly full for such a slim girl," he opined and she blushed then gasped as he reached out and placed the cold metal of the sugar tongs against her shrinking flesh. He inched them up until they settled on her nipple and then he started to apply pressure, squeezing the soft bud with the end of the tongs and observing her reaction to the sweet pain that flowed into her body. At first it was almost pleasant, just a slight tingle but as he increased the pressure, Emma found her mouth opening wide and tears filled her dark green eyes while she tried to ease the torment by moving closer to him.

"Now remove your skirt," he ordered and she hurried to obey then felt her chemise tumble down around her ankles as well leaving her naked apart from her shoes and gartered stockings. The tongs slipped across to her other breast and fastened around her pink nipple as he told her to stroke her quim with her fingers. Embarrassed, she hesitated for a second and his palm whipped across her breast and left a dull red mark as pain slithered into her soul.

"I do not want to see you hesitate at all when you are instructed to do something, girl!" he snapped angrily and Emma bent her head and surrendered, sliding her hand down her flat belly and then inching her fingers through her soft chestnut-brown curls and onto the lips of her pussy. The sensual touch of her own fingers excited her immediately and, as he squeezed the tongs tighter, the pain caused her pussy tube to moisten and she felt the slipperiness coat her flesh as she stroked herself. Her clitoris throbbed almost painfully with desire and she pressed her thumb against it, gasping with pleasure at the feeling until a sharp slap on her hand caused her to remove it.

"I did not tell you to play with your clit, girl. Now hands on head and stand up tall!"

Emma hurried to obey then trembled and shivered with fear as the sugar tongs slithered down her exposed body and touched the warm flesh of her pussy lips. Fingers eased her lips apart and then teased her clitoris out into the open and she tried hard not to squeal as she felt the ends of the metal tongs grip her pulsing bud. Her knees shook as she felt him increase the pressure slightly and it was all that she could do to keep her hands securely on her mob cap as pain ratcheted up through her slim frame. It was the most agonising thing that she had ever experienced as the jaws of the tongs closed around her throbbing clit and tears cascaded down her cheeks and dripped onto her breasts as she surrendered to the agony. Lord Talbot looked up and watched the tears, relishing the clear drops of agony and feeling her body shudder as he slowly increased the pressure until she squealed out loud and then came in agonised ecstasy as he removed the tongs and rubbed her clit gently with his thumb.

Giving her no time to recover, he removed the tea tray and pushed her over the occasional table and speared inside her still pulsating quim, thrusting hard and deep and delighting in the spasming warmth of her body. Emma gasped out her pleasure as her head dangled over the far end of the table as he penetrated her pussy time and time again and her clit throbbed and pulsed in tune with the beating of her heart as she was used by her master. Seconds trickled into minutes as he thrust into her welcoming quim and then he came, spurting a torrent of hot spunk up into her tight tube, filling her with his creamy come. Again and again he drove into her, mashing his cock into her wetness until he had finally emptied his shaft completely and then he withdrew before ordering her to straddle the table. He placed the porcelain saucer under her spread thighs then told her to allow his sperm to dribble into it and her face went bright scarlet at the demeaning thought.

"Oh and for every bit that misses, I am going to cane you once," he added and her eyes shot up to his and read the seriousness of his remark in his face and she blenched. Emma concentrated on her task, slipping her tongue out between her lips as she focused on aiming correctly. The first few trickles of his semen slithered down into the saucer and she sighed with relief as she watched the pattern slowly being covered with oily whiteness. It grew harder as her legs began to ache and she gave a little moan of desperation as some missed and splashed onto the polished wood of the table instead.

"That's one stroke," he whispered from behind her and she started and consequently missed the saucer again and she tried to focus as he wandered off behind his desk and pulled out a thick yellowing rod that he tapped idly on the side of his thigh as he made his way back towards her.

She moaned in fear as the wooden rod pressed against her bottom cheeks and then it swung away before returning and she cried out as a fiery flicker of flame burnt into her arse. Another followed suit shortly after the first and then she felt the pressure against her bottom cheeks once again as he stood there waiting for her to make an error. Emma concentrated desperately on keeping still and allowing the slimy winding trails of his sperm to descend into the saucer until she was finally finished.

"A reasonable effort," Lord Talbot murmured, tapping the cane against her quivering cheeks lightly. "Now you can kneel and lap up the contents of the saucer."

The cane struck her a little harder as she hesitated for a fraction of a second then she sunk down and started to lick up the oily slipperiness, scooping it up on her tongue and then swallowing it down until the saucer was clean and dry once more.