Authors Note: Thus, this is not a stand-alone story. You must read Part 1 in order to understand how the characters got into this situation. Next, the drawing above depicts a "Welcome" to a penal institution, and one occurs at the very end of this part.
Part 2
Having already agreed to her share of punishment
for complicity in attempting to “scheme” Edmund, Rebecca stepped out of her
shoes. She then turned her back to Margaret and asked for help in removing her
dress. Once it was off she removed several layers of petticoats. Rebecca then
began to untie her drawers and as she started to lower them, Margaret
frantically began signaling her to stop. Exasperated Margaret finally
whispered, “Rebecca, what are you doing?? You don't have to strip naked!!
Edmund will lower your drawers once you are over his knees! I mean, you don't
have to show him EVERYTHING you have!”
In a voice more than sufficient for Edmund to
hear, Rebecca replied, “What?! You expect me to relegate Edmund to the status
of a lady's maid? Nonsense! When I'm to be punished, it's my job to prepare
myself. Edmund's one and only job is to dispense discipline. And pray tell,
after the first minute under the hairbrush what will he have NOT seen?” In
spite of her sister's admonition, Rebecca lowered her drawers and stepped out
of them altogether.
Once again, Edmund was impressed with the attitude
Rebecca displayed towards discipline. On the other hand, it was totally
perplexing versus the way she behaved at Susan's wedding.
Next, it was clear from the bickering that the
two sisters had already settled into their normal dynamic of continual and unrelenting
squabbling.
Before he could finish, both sisters screeched, “WHAT?”
Margaret then continued, “TEN minutes
you promised me with the hairbrush, so with sharing that's FIVE minutes each!”
“Correct!... had you
obeyed. But you know it's DOUBLE when you disobey.”
“But... But... But I
have obeyed!” answered Margaret.
“Really? I'm positive I
told you to bring your hairbrush with you and I was just about to order you
to...”
With that Margaret walked to the side table,
opened the drawer and extracted the large,
heavy, ebony hairbrush. “It's right here. We have FIVE of them.”
“Five?! We do?”
“Yes, years ago I bought one for our bedroom, one
for your study and one for each of our daughter's bedrooms. Actually we have
only four now. I gave Susan's to John, and rumor has it that John has often put
it to good use. Although, I doubt our darling Susan sees it that way.” (Susan
was always a handful and now that Susan is John's 'handful', Margaret felt she
should at least arm John with the appropriate 'tools'. After all, how would
there be grandchildren if she didn't level the playing field?)
“Ahem, well then I stand corrected. Five minutes it is,” said Edmund as he
took his seat in the heavy “spanking
chair”.
On queue, Rebecca walked over to Edmund and
placed herself over his lap. Once in position, she placed both hands in front
of her, flat on the cold floor. She then used her toes to push the globes of
her backside up into perfect position for the hairbrush to do its “work”.
Edmund immediately noticed the striking
resemblance between her cheeks and Margaret's. Rebecca was two years younger
and about an inch shorter, yet her bottom was almost identical. The cheeks on
both women would be described as heavy and low slung with a deep divide.
Further by pushing up with her toes, Rebecca placed the heavy, meaty part of
her cheeks in perfect position for the ebony hairbrush to both punish and
educate.
And educate, Edmund certainly would!
While he was somewhat conflicted by Rebecca's
positive attitude toward discipline, Edmund knew that “easing up” would be a
mistake. From her words and her submissive position it was clear, Rebecca
expected to be punished for her part in the scheming. Anything less than a hard
spanking would send the wrong message. In addition, Edmund wanted Rebecca to
learn that misbehavior in his household would always be met with severe
consequences.
Time being short, Edmund ordered Margaret to start the four minute sand timer. Once the sand began flowing, he brought the solid hairbrush high over his head and slammed it into Rebecca's right hind globe... SMACCKK!
Rebecca hissed, but said nothing. She immediately regretted scheming with her older sister as the very first swat came as a complete and utter shock. It had been years since Darthy had upended her. Nevertheless, Rebecca just assumed given her long history of corporal punishment, that while not pleasant, an over the knee spanking would NOT be all that bad. Well, the very first swat ended that misconception. It hurt like the hell!
Edmund continued with full force hairbrush spanks
as he was determined to teach both sisters that he would not tolerate further
scheming. To Edmund, this was particularly important given that his household
was growing with the arrival of three females. With this in mind, Edmund saw a
bottom that needed to be spanked and spanked hard. How else would he keep the
females from ganging up on him?
But Edmund was not the only one determined.
Rebecca was just as determined; only for her the goal was to take her spanking
with a minimum of noise and fuss. That was NOT the totality of her strategy,
however; it was far more complex than that. If she was unable to keep down the
noise and squirming, she would make certain her bottom remained in the target
zone. At that time tradition dictated that husbands ignore crying and begging,
but bottoms moving out of position was another matter entirely. That was
tantamount to insubordination! Indeed, not just husband's, but all disciplinarians
would treat covering up or moving out of position as insubordination and was
rewarded with very hard swats to bare, tender thighs. Those were just excruciating and had to be avoided at all costs!
Rebecca understood “the game”, but hadn't had a spanking
in years and was out of practice on how to take one. Consequently, in addition
to plenty of arm waving, squirming and clenching, she cried and begged for
mercy. Her pleadings, however, never included petitions to stop the spanking.
Instead, she screeched how she had learned her lesson, would never repeat, and
that Edmund should ease up on the severity of the spanks.
Edmund, of course, had no intention of “easing
up” and continued the hard spanking until Margaret informed him the four
minutes were up. At the end, Rebecca was crying hard, hands and legs waving all
over and her bottom furiously bucking up and down. It must be noted that never
once did she attempt to cover up, nor did her hind quarters ever stray from the
punishment zone. Edmund was pleased with the way Rebecca accepted her very
first punishment from him. He helped her up and she immediately began a
rendition of the well spanked girl dance. That is, head starring at the
ceiling, jumping from foot to foot, hands tenderly cupping her sore welted
cheeks while her face was contorted in a grimace of agony.
While Rebecca was putting on a good show,
Margaret followed Rebecca's lead and quietly removed her clothes. She then
placed herself over Edmund's knees with her hands extended flat on the floor.
Once in position, she asked, “Is this OK, dear, or do you want me over more?”
'Heavens!' thought Edmund, 'Margaret
has never, ever participated so willingly in her own punishment. What is she
about?' His first thought was that this was for Rebecca's benefit.
'But... But what did she hope to gain? Good heavens,' Edmund just realized
how complicated life would become with the two sisters living under one roof.
In an effort to take control, he growled, “Rebecca, that's just about enough!
And, Margaret, you are positioned just fine. Rebecca, please reset the sand
timer so that we may begin Margaret's punishment.”
This did put Edmund back in control and he
delivered just as hard of a spanking to his wife. No, way would he reward her
“act” with any leniency. To her credit and in spite of her sore backside (from
her earlier spanking), Margaret took her punishment far, far better than her
younger sister. Edmund was a little surprised. Was she trying to impress
Rebecca or was she just in better practice? He concluded it was probably a
combination of the two.
In any event, he then addressed the very attentive women, “You were each due a full five minute spanking and so far, have taken four of those five. I firmly believe that it's at this point forward that real reformation begins.” With that he pulled a one minute sand timer from his top drawer. Both sisters expressed their abject misery with, “Oh, nooo!” “Please no more!” “We'll never scheme again” “We have already learned our lesson” etc.
“Enough! REAL LEARNING begins now! However, being
the sporting man that I am, I will give you a choice. You either return over my
knee for your final minute under the brush or... you can lay across the desk
for six with the house strap. Rebecca?”
~00O00~
In all fairness, the genius of having a break to
set a timer for the last minute was not something Edmund could claim as an
original idea. He rather blundered into it. He and Margaret were given a
beautiful, very expensive set of sand timers from 1 to 5 minutes as a wedding
gift. The one and four minute timers were all he had left. His wife, for some
reason gave the three minute trimmer to the cook - never to be seen again. One
of his daughters broke the five minute timer when she was very young.
(Naturally, his “darling” was too young to be punished, but he did soundly
spank the nanny who was supposed to be watching her.) And the two minute timer?
No, idea whatsoever where it went, but only the one and four were still around.
Nevertheless, when a five minute spanking was due, they worked extremely well
together. The natural break before the final minute worked... well just
wonders.
For the first four minutes the miscreants focused
exclusively on maintaining position, because moving or covering up meant a much,
much harsher punishment. That last minute was different since the spanking was
almost over. While fireballs of pain were just exploding deep in their hind
cheeks with each smack of the heavy brush, the miscreants were vowing better
behavior. Behavior so good that they would never have to experience this
again.... EVER!
~00O00~
Rebecca had seen that strap in action on the
stable girl, Janie, and knew it was a terribly severe instrument. She gave it
no further thought. Instead, she quickly walked to Edmund and placed herself
once again over his knees knowing full well this next minute would be sheer
agony.
Margaret turned over the timer and Edmund began
slamming the hairbrush onto Rebecca's upturned hind cheeks. Rebecca was beside
herself with anguish. This spanking was by far the worst she'd had in years.
Although reluctant to admit, Rebecca did “learn” a lot in this minute. Namely
that she never wanted another spanking from Edmund and would do anything to
avoid;
Then it was Margaret's turn and from actual
experience she knew full well just how bad that strap felt on sore, bare hind
cheeks. Consequently, she also chose to lie over Edmund's knees and suffer the
hairbrush.
Once again, Margaret took her hard spanking much
better than her sister. While she took it better make no mistake, it hurt
plenty. Further, Margaret LEARNED that “scheming her husband” was becoming way
too dangerous. Too dangerous that is, if she ever wanted to sit again without
severe discomfort.
While both sisters were sniffling and putting their clothes back on there was a knock on the door. Margaret cracked the door and was informed that their neighbor, Paul, just arrived.
“Perfect! Ladies, I must be off with Paul as we
must present our options to the Earl. I'll should be back in time for dinner,
so please await my return. Unless you have anything further to discuss, I
am...”
Before he could finish Rebecca still sniffling
chimed in, “Edmund, I just wanted to thank you again for taking me and my
daughters into your household. I sincerely appreciate it. As for the spanking,
it's been years since I've taken anything that severe and I'm out of practice.
I promise, I will do better. In the meantime, I just assume you'll want me to
pay homage to Great Uncle Howard?”
“What? Oh... Oh no! That won't be necessary. You
did your job. You kept your behind in perfect position to receive your
punishment. That's all I require.”
With a sigh of relief, Rebecca responded, “Oh
thank you, Sir! And thank you for taking the time to discipline me.”
Both gave a half curtsy as Edmund literally ran
from the room to meet up with Paul, but Rebecca's “thank you for disciplining
me” comment caught him way off guard and he couldn't stop thinking about it. 'This
is the exact opposite of her vehement complaints about Susan's well-deserved spanking. What is going on here?' were the thoughts swirling around in his
head as he and Paul headed off to see the Earl.
Once they were alone, Rebecca turned to Margaret,
“Well, that was absolutely DREADFUL! Do not... DO NOT, sister dear, include me
in any more of your scheming of Edmund.”
“Hey!! Well I like that! Let me remind you that my SCHEMING got you and your girls a place to live. As for 'dreadful', what was dreadful was the way you behaved during a simple spanking. I mean, you put on a pitiful spectacle... and did you have to put everything you have on FULL display?”
“I admit I am out of practice. Darthy has ignored me as well as the girls for years now. And as for my 'full display', do you think you didn't?”
“Well... Well I suppose when the brush is
slamming into your sore hind quarters it's only natural to wiggle about some.
Anyway it's over for now. At least, Edmund didn't say anything about a
'reminder' before bedtime.”
A now worried Rebecca queried, “Just what do you
mean by 'reminder'?”
“Um, well, when Edmund is really upset with your
behavior, he gives you a 'reminder to behave' of three to six swats with the
house strap before bed. Edmund says that a well strapped behind ensures that
you awake the next morning with the right attitude.”
“Oh dear. Is that what we are going to get later
tonight?”
“As I said Edmund didn't say, but he's always
informal with family. When punishing staff, (maids, kitchen help, etc) Edmund
will tell them to see him before bedtime for a 'reminder'. For family he
decides later. Often he'll simply walk into the girl's room when they are
asleep. Wake them up, tell them to lower the covers and turn over. He'll raise
their night dresses and slam that strap into their bottoms leaving welts that
hurt and last for days.”
“Oh noooo! So that's what we have to look forward
too?”
“Rebecca, I DO NOT KNOW! It depends upon Edmund's
mood. If he is angry after his meeting with the Earl, the chances are... we are
in for it.”
“Perhaps we should all be attentive and well
behaved tonight. I'll warn my girls and you warn yours.”
“That's a good idea, but as I said his meeting
with the Earl will most likely dominate his mood. Speaking of moods what was
that, 'THANK YOU for taking the time to discipline me' remark?”
Rebecca answered in her battle ready voice, “That
was about demonstrating a submissive attitude... TO WIN POINTS. Just like your,
'Dear, is my hind end in the perfect position for you... TO THRASH IT' remark!”
Margaret recognizing her little sister was a
feisty as ever decided to tone things down, “Alright! Alright! I guess we are
both guilty of a little 'sucking up'. Your idea to 'suck up' at dinner might
actually help; especially coming from his nieces. After all, we should try
anything and everything. That damn strap really, really hurts!”
“Yes, I know full well it does. By the way, did you know that Edmund's strap is identical to the one they use in the women's prison?”
“No, I didn't, but..., but how do you know that?”
“Several years ago my maid, Polly, was sentenced to six weeks in the Bridewell. It seems that her boyfriend stole an expensive ring and gave it to her. Naturally he was caught, and he told the police who had the ring.”
“Wow! That is terrible. Your maid should have
known better, but couldn't Darthy have paid a fine?” asked Margaret seeking to
understand how Polly ended up in the women's prison.
“Of course, he could have, but he refused. It was
only ten pounds. He told me to visit Polly on Wednesday around noon when she'd
be 'welcomed' to her new home.”
“That was just mean of Darthy. So did you visit
Polly?”
Rebecca then explained in detail what transpired
during her visit to the Bridewell...
Shortly after Rebecca arrived at Polly's cell a
matron stepped in and advised both that it was time for Polly's “Welcome”. She
explained that all new inmates were “welcomed” at noon each Wednesday. Seeing
the blank looks on both faces, the
matron further explained that a “Welcome” was a sound spanking to teach new
inmates that obedience in prison was not optional, but mandatory.
Upon hearing this Polly exclaimed, “NO! NO! 'Tisn't necessary! 'Tisn't necessary at all!
I'm a good girl. Just ask my mistress here!”
Before Rebecca could support Polly, the matron
calmly explained there were NO exceptions. Everyone was treated the same and that if she didn't “welcome” Polly PROPERLY
she would either lose her job or she would spend a few minutes on the welcome
bench herself.
Upon hearing this Polly began to softly cry. The
matron, however, was having none of it and said, “There will be none of that! You'll be treated the same as everyone else.
Actually, you are in for the lightest of 'Welcomes'.”
Rebecca tried to console Polly commenting that it wasn't as bad as it seems and then asked the matron to clarify further. It seems that the normal “welcome” was twenty-five swats, but since Polly's sentence was less than two months, she'd only be getting twelve swats. The matron further explained that the twelve and twenty-five were minimums. Inmates could get more swats for poor behavior either before or during their “welcomes”.
At this point, she turned to Polly and said, “Now
be a 'dearie' and step out of your shoes. You won't be needing them for the
next few minutes.”
Once Polly had her shoes tucked under her cot,
the matron acknowledged she had five “welcomes” to administer that day.
Consequently, speed was important and anything Polly did to slow her down would
mean additional hard swats. For example, the “welcome benches” had belts to
secure inmates, but it took precious time to do all those belts. To compensate
she would add five swats for the “immobilization privilege”. If Polly really
was a such “good girl” this would not be necessary. On the other hand, if Polly
got off the bench that meant starting all over with Polly belted in and
destined for twenty hard swats.
Polly again confirmed that she was a good girl and would not need to be “belted in”. With that they all headed to the “punishment room”. Before getting there the matron used a key on her belt to open a door and she explained, “Your Ladyship, the stairs in here lead to a gallery where people of rank can watch the proceedings in comfort. We won't be long.”
Rebecca proceeded up the stairs and entered an
elevated gallery with comfortable chairs and benches. There were even inmates
serving refreshments and snacks. Looking down on the punishment room floor, she
saw four occupied “benches” where inmates where getting their bare backsides
severely strapped. There was one empty “bench” and she saw Polly and the matron
head towards it. “Bench” might not be an accurate term for it was simply a
board two feet wide with belts attached, handles projecting out at the head and
support legs lifting the board about eight or so inches off the floor.
Anyhow, once Polly reached the empty “bench”, at
the matron's instruction she lifted her long gray skirt and untied the
drawstring on her prison issued drawers. She then lowered the drawers all the
way to her ankles where she retired the drawstring quite tightly. Obviously, the
purpose was to severely limit mobility in her legs. Next, she raised her skirt
as high as she could and while holding up, she knelt down on the bench. With
her knees solidly on the bench she was able to lie down, inch forward and grab
the integrated handles. This left her backside completely bare, in perfect
position, and ready for the strap.
From her elevated position, Rebecca could clearly
see jutting up the unblemished, white globes of Polly's soon to be whipped
posterior. Naturally Polly's bare hind globes were quite familiar to Rebecca as
she had Polly over her knees on numerous occasions in order to dispense sound
hairbrush spankings. Next, since Polly's last encounter with the brush had been
some weeks ago, it was not surprising that her cheeks were unblemished and
white as virgin snow.
What Rebecca was not prepared for was the
ferocity with which the matron lashed the prison strap down on Polly's bare
behind. The matron took the strap just as far back as she could and then swung
it down across Polly's hind cheeks with as much force as she could muster.
Rebecca noticed a clear pattern here as the other four matrons were applying
the strap in EXACTLY the same manor. In spite of the screeches, pleadings and
cries of the other four inmates, above that din Rebecca could hear Polly scream
after each swat was applied.
Another surprise was the way the prison strap impacted Polly's bottom cheeks. When Rebecca spanked Polly and slammed the heavy hairbrush onto her hind cheeks, the brush would immediately bounce back. (Due to her constantly navigating three levels of stairs, Polly's bottom was very well muscled.) Rebecca just expected the prison strap to bounce off as well, but it didn't! Instead, the weight and speed of the strap's application set Polly's cheeks juddering and wobbling. It must have hurt horribly and that explains the screams emanating from poor Polly.
Rebecca doubted that Polly could manage this amount of pain unrestrained, but once again she was surprised. Each time the strap landed, Polly's entire body would “jump” an inch off the bench and then her rump would buck up and down until the next stroke landed and re-started the “dance”. In spite of all this, Polly never let go of the handles nor did her hind cheeks ever move out of position.
Thus Polly's “Welcome” was soon over and the matron helped her up. She then encouraged Polly to loosen her drawers and remove them completely. Once Rebecca saw them heading out of the punishment room, she also headed back down the stairs. Upon opening the door at the bottom, she saw Polly and the matron heading towards her. Polly was a mess. She had her drawers in one hand while her other hand was pressed to her sore bottom. She was crying and hiccupping while the matron was encouraging her to move faster.
Rebecca asked the matron did they always strap so hard.
The matron replied that their entire punishment
methodology was developed by the warden. She further explained, “The warden
views each punishment session, and she notes any matrons she views as
“slacking”. At our weekly staff meeting all 'slacking' matrons will get a
'refresher' on prison discipline. That is, one by one each 'slacker' lies in
front of everyone on a punishment bench with her skirts up and pants down. The
'refresher' is delivered by one of the male guards and believe me, it is far,
far worse that what you saw today! Further, our warden doesn't care whether we
dispense one or ten punishments. She expects all swats to be full force. No,
'slacking' is ever tolerated, and... I have four more to dispense today!”
“Perhaps I can help,” offered Rebecca, “would it
help if I took Polly back to her cell.”
The startled matron replied, “Your Ladyship, you
would do that for me!? Oh, thank you so much! Her cell is right down this
corridor. Now, your Polly really is a 'good girl'. She got the lightest
'Welcome' possible. I think she will do well during her short stay with us. In
fact, I'll personally see that she gets assigned to light duty in our sewing
room. Well, Your Ladyship, I really need to get my next girl...”
With that the matron performed a full curtsy,
turned and headed off in the opposite direction. It was then that Rebecca saw
up close, tucked into the back of the matron's belt, the prison strap - heavy,
double stitched leather attached to a long wooden handle. Rebecca would never
forget that strap!
~00O00~
And there we have it! Once again at that time it was women who dictated the discipline dispensed upon women. Whether it was because men were just lazy or whether men just understood that women were better at disciplining women, we'll never know. In any event, it was women who assumed the leadership role.
Finally, if you haven't seen the six part MGM/ITV Belgravia Series, you are missing out on a well written and very entertaining story.
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