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444 [c58]Life at Mallow Manor 2.444 [c58]Life at Mallow Manor 2.The four involved all knew about Saturday night, each mentally preparing in his or her own way, none mentioning the meeting to one another, in fact rather studiously avoiding the subject, as that wouldn’t be un-gentlemanly conduct, very un-British if you know what I mean. We would now say it was ‘the elephant in the room,’ though of course that saying had not been invented yet!Monty secretly made up some new cuffs from soft leather strips, and it will be noted two pairs, perhaps hopefully, he also spent some time up in one of the old servants bedrooms at the front of the house, the room probably being as far from Marys room as he could get. He fitted hooks into the beam`s and shifted out one of the two old beds, replacing it with wicker chairs and a solid kitchen style table. Before having Hodges lay an unlit fire ready for them and place a bucket of coal at the fireside, it was his way of telling the Butler this would be their special playroom from now on. The local Constable, known locally as Fatty Ferris, would visit once a month, usually the week before the local court, Muriel being the local magistrate. He would come to tell her of the local problems and forthcoming court appearances, and generally keeping the estate up to date, poaching and the like, so of late Monty as estate manager would also tend to be present, and on the Friday afternoon this local constable, mounted on his trusty bicycle, as was his usual way, appeared up from the village, portly and red of face. Over tea and Madera cake, Monty and his mother were appraised of the state of criminality in the area, a little poaching again, also a case of one of the village women being somewhat brazen with her favours, and not her first offence, having been charged with prostitution, but this would have to be passed on up to higher authority, the village assizes not being designed for more than local and very minor problems, and finally there was a case of as it happened, her own part time gardener, the constable explaining that he had to pinch the lad for drunk and disorderly, and he was sorry, as the man had recently lost his mother and was in grave danger of ending up on the road or the poorhouse, his cottage was having to be sold to pay off the debts, accrued since her illness. The meeting over the rotund constable was seen riding away into the sunset, his duty today done once more.Monty mentioned he “was looking forward to the weekend.” his mother just smiled back at him and saying nothing about it, her mind on helping young Mike who kept her garden so well.Saturday dawned cool but bright, the part time gardener appeared, and Mary was sent to fetch him from the garden. He held her hand, not the brightest brick in the load himself, he had no real idea how to approach Mary, but holding her hand was for him, a big step in the right direction. The now giggling Mary, led him in to the drawing room where Muriel was sitting. Mary, at Muriel`s instruction went off to do whatever was next on her regular jobs, Mike, cap in hand faced the lady of the manor who he knew would be his judge come Wednesday. “Now kıbrıs escort young man, constable Ferris, tells me you’ve lost your mother, which I was sorry to hear, and you have been a rather silly in the village public house?” “yes mum, I`m sorry” “and you`re having trouble about keeping your home,” he hung his head, “yes mum, mother owed a lot of money, rent and such and I can`t pay, ‘cos I don’t have any, nor relatives to ask.” “Well your drinking has got you nowhere, you will get a fine on Wednesday, and you can`t pay now, so this will make it worse!”He said he knew that, and he felt silly, and didn’t know what he should do. She said that, “he should wait till Wednesday, and she would give it some thought.” Then she talked about the garden which he obviously knew all about, and finally she mentioned Mary, asking if he liked her, at which he brightened and then said, “he thought he loved her.” so she asked if he had told Mary that, he said rather shyly, “no he didn’t know how.” She told him just to, “tell her what you told me and just as you have told me when she comes to fetch flowers for me this afternoon, and then we shall see, I may have a solution to your problems we shall see, now off you go to the garden and I shall see you on Wednesday.” He muttered “yes mum, if you say so,” and was soon outside digging muck into rose-beds. After the meal on Saturday evening, Muriel bathed ready for the evening, then dressed in her green silk night dress. next door, young Monty also sorted himself out eager and rampant in pj`s and dressing gown. But in the east wing Barry, readied his bride with less than eager hands, drying her after her bath, powdering the big body then helping her into her usual sturdy set of underclothes. Nicker-less next came the dressing gown with the cuffs and the belt in the pockets as usual. He dressed himself in pj`s and his dressing-gown, then they kissed.Bessy whispered, “I need this Barry, I just need this, and you will get to have the mistress, so it will not all be bad, I shall ask for a lot tonight, more than usual, as its been a long time and I want you to see it at its worse, OK?” The little butler looked pensive, even near to tears, but he said in a small voice, “Well, it’s your body my lover, you know it and your needs best, but I doubt if I shall enjoy your pain, it`s not my style!” Then he managed a weak smile, and added, “I shall enjoy the mistress again though, and together they set off along the corridor. The sparse room at one time the bedroom of two of the maids, was warming now to the fire Barry had earlier been up to light, the first to arrive being Monty, he made up the fire and had just taken a seat when his mother arrived. She looked a picture the green silk smooth and shape clinging to her lovely form, Monty never tired of the view and he said, “she looked perfect.” She smiled then to his surprise said, “Son tonight I want to try this bondage discipline you and Bessy say is so enjoyable, if and only if, I tell you too, I want you to strike me with that belt, but I am not sure about it, ok, so we shall have to see.” Just then they heard Bessy and her husband climbing the stairs, escort kıbrıs so his nod of understanding was all that he could manage before the door opened and in came their willing victim. Barry took his place in a chair his wife silently removing the gown and handing the toys to Monty, allowing him to kiss her hands as he slipped the new cuffs into place. She picked one of the hooks in the beam nearest the fireplace, with a flip he threw the rope over the hook then secured it to the cuffs, he hauled on the rope and her arms raised till she was held as before, he tied off the rope end, then to Bessy and the open mouthed Barry`s surprise he turned to his mother, picked up the second leather cuffs and held them towards her, compliantly she stood and slipped the green dressing-gown from her lovely shoulders, she stood shimmering in the single light of the single electric bulb and the warm fire, slowly she raised first one and then the other wrist, while he fitted the soft cuffs. He kissed her hands and then attached the rope, flipped it as he had Bessy`s then lifted her to her toes, under the other beam. The women now faced one another about ten feet apart, Bessy`s naked backside six or more feet from the fireplace, Barry sat out of the way tucked into the corner, his eyes never missing a detail. Monty approached Bessy, and said “My mother, Muriel, wishes to watch you disciplined, you will thank her for her interest then tell her how many strokes you wish to endure, in here we shall not use a gag, but you will keep your noise to a minimum or you will get extra strokes, do you understand, she nodded saying “yes master, I understand.” He went on, “After you have done so, you will tell your husband that you wish him to watch, count and then having released you, he is to hand you to me to ravish overnight, regardless of your discomfort. Muriel must be returned to me full of his seed in the morning. She nodded, then addressing Muriel, she first thanked her for watching “this fat old cook being strapped,” and that she was “awarding herself 30 hard strokes, if the master would please administer them, in fives, in two sessions with a break midway, to recover.” Muriel`s face was a picture of amazement, her arms and legs unused to the position she now found herself held in, they were beginning to become uncomfortable.Monty approached Bessy and touched her breasts, saying “here?” she nodded, moving to her belly, “here? she nodded again, placing his hand on the skin of her meaty arse, “Here?” this time she said, “please… and mark me well!” he touched her sex absent-mindedly in passing, gently pushing up the overhanging belly to reach her sex, hidden as it was behind the strong garment. but before he could turn away she said, “just there if you please master, just the last one before you release me to have me as your own” it was Monty this time who looked amazed, and a little bemused, so she whispered, “Joe always did it from the back making me lift one leg for him to give him a clear shot. He said it made me more receptive” Monty turned to Muriel and they exchanged glances, both a little shocked. Then his mother said, very directly, kıbrıs escort bayan “just to try it, just three strokes, just three, and in her break please to let her rest.” Monty advanced to her slim body and stroked first her backside, giving her the same options, “here?” she nodded, he touched her belly, “here?” she shuddered but nodded again, so he moved to her soft breasts, gently touching her stiff nipples, and quivering with nerves, she nodded once more, finding her mouth having dried, and speech now being impossible. He nodded, but before turning away he ran his hand over her silk covered and now damp sex. Then turning to Bessy once more he said I have seen my Muriel totally naked, as I spose has Barry, but Muriel and I have never seen you totally naked, nor you her, so before we go on our ways tonight, you will both remove all of your clothing and you will look and then kiss one another silently as women before we all leave. Both women looked shocked, but both knew it would happen, the lad would ensure that.Without more ado, He picked up the belt, wrapped the buckle end round his hand, held it up to Bessy`s lips for her to kiss and then he began. Each strike merciless, and causing her body to jerk twitch and groan, as with a smacking sound that echoed round the room and a loud thwack that had Barry, closing his eyes, his beloved jumped and twitched with the pain. Belly, breasts backside, then belly and backside again all in order. Five times that leather had struck, then came a break of a second or two, while Monty `s eyes came to rest, first on Barry, then his beloved mother, who stood, her aching muscles forgotten, secure, mouth agape at the cook, who`s face had taken on the rather sublime look of one who was enjoying the whole experience if not the individual strokes. He turned back to Barry, and asked him to count the strokes out louder, then turned back to his victim to whom he waited her nod, before beginning again, once more from the top. Thwack the body jerked, grunted then the second with the same result, the pattern was repeated, top, middle, naked bottom, middle, then the backside once more Each stroke triggered by Barry`s voice calling the number of the previous stroke with a flat cry of “six… seven… eight… like a bell tolling. The victim twitched with every strike, uttering more of a cry when the leather struck her uncovered skin, till at last the belt fell silent as Barry called in a relieved way “ten.” Again Monty looked round at Barry then at Muriel who by now was becoming increasingly alarmed at what she had let herself in for, her eyes flicking from the hung victim to her sons blue and flashing eyes that said in her mind that he couldn’t wait to strike her body, he turned back to Betty, looking askance, she nodded her assent, and the leather whistled through the air once more, thwack, the twitch then a half second later, the voice calling “eleven!”It was like a machine, each and every stroke triggering a reaction, a twitch, a cry, a sob and the call triggering the very next swipe of that wide leather belt. Power surged through the young mans body, his tool stiff from the surges and the fantastic feelings he was having as each swing of the leather was administered. So taken, with the power of his feelings the call of “fifteen”, hardly registered, and it was a near thing that he didn’t continue. But now he was to change subjects.

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