by Chera Zade
The room was filled with men and women doing impossibly lewd things. Excitingly lewd things.
And suddenly she recognized one of them. Not Lord Carrington, whom she had followed, but the man who had sat down next to her at the dance. Only this time, Lord Standish was behaving in an exceedingly improper manner.
What was happening? He had a wicked look on his face, and there was a woman in his lap, writhing in the most improper of ways.
A harlot? Was Lord Standish cavorting with a harlot? For surely that was what she must be, for she was barely covered by an ivory silk chemise, and she was permitting, nay encouraging the Earl to fondle her inside that silk.
She was breathing hard, just as hard as the Earl and his plaything. How indecent, how terribly, shockingly indecent! But when the harlot began to kneel at his feet, her busy hands going to the large swell in his breeches and undoing one button-- Oh goodness. She wasn't a harlot at all- it was Lady Batherton, a respectable young widow.
Gillian yelped.
Chapter 15
Lord Standish
Lord Standish's eyes were about to close when he thought he saw a ghost.
No, not a real ghost- he didn’t believe in such things, but someone resembling a ghost had just appeared and disappeared from his field of vision.
Somewhat unceremoniously, he extricated himself from Lady Batherton‘s grasp and lunged after the intruder.
Behind him, he heard Lord Pye groan in dismay.
Wincing with pain, he somehow managed to catch up with her, and pulled her into an adjoining room. He shut the door behind them.
Her face was indeed ashen, but it was a familiar face.
“Miss Halliday,” he growled upon recognizing her.
“Your Lordship,” she squeaked, color suddenly flooding her face as she became aware of his open shirt and tented breeches.
“You appear to be uninvited.”
“I’m sorry. I only wished to... I saw Lord Carrington enter and I— I was curious. I won’t tell anyone what I saw, I promise,” she said hurriedly. “Are all gentleman’s clubs this wicked? Or is it just this one?”
“Horrified, are you?”
“Certainly, I should be,” she answered slowly, as if just regaining the power of speech.
“Don’t tell me you aren’t.”
“Expect it would be a lie?” She shook her head. “It’s rather overwhelming, and I’m not certain how to politely describe any of what I’ve seen, but it does seem... rather freeing.”
He stared at her.
“Wasn’t expecting that from a good little wallflower?”
“A very naughty little wallflower, apparently. And like all naughty girls, you shall be dealt with appropriately,” he said, his hand slapping against his thigh.
Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t!”
“I don’t think you know me well enough to know what I would or wouldn’t do. At least not yet. Here’s what I do know- a very cheeky girl snuck out of her home, followed a certain guest to my Club, where she then entered, pretending to be in my employ, to witness Club members, members that include my good friends, engaged in activities that they do not wish for the Ton to know about. That merits punishment. You can either take that punishment here, or, I can share a modified version of your offenses with your Uncle, and you may receive your punishment at home, under... more respectable conditions.”
“And if I told my story?”
“You’d get punished twice as hard at home, for being a terrible liar. My reputation is spotless.”
She wanted to laugh, but she knew it was true. Not that it made any sense- up until tonight all that she had ever vaguely known of Lord Standish was that he was high on the instep. No one would ever believe what she had just witnessed him doing. Her gaze returned to the prominent bulge in his evening wear. Or what he had been about to do with Lady Batherton.
They were barely alone for a moment, the two of them still trying to catch their breath, trying to understand what had just happened, when there was a knock on the door.
“I do not wish to disturb you, Your Lordship, but I wished to make certain that all is well.”
“No, all is not well,” Lord Standish muttered, almost under his breath.
“No, it most definitely is not,” she agreed angrily.
“What am I to do with you, Miss Halliday?” He asked rhetorically.
“You will unhand me, and you will make your immediate apologies,” she said struggling against his firm grip.
He gave her a long, hard look. “No, I think not,” he said, his voice cold. “Lawson, he asked, are you still there?”
“I am, Your Lordship.”
Bring me a maid's uniform. A scullery one if you can find it quickly. And have Parker find Carrington.
“I last saw Lord Carrington entering the library with two widows. I do not believe they intended to do any reading.”
“No, I wouldn't expect so.”
“He will not take kindly to the interruption.”
“Then go with Parker. If the message is delivered from both of you then he should understand that it comes from me. You might also remind him of an extant wager that has not been paid, and my willingness to forgive the debt. But make sure I get the dress before Carrington comes into this room.”
“Very well, Your Lordship,” came the voice through the door.
He was livid. Despite all of his precautions, his precious club, was now in danger of being exposed by a peeping wallflower.
“What did you see?” He asked evenly, trying to control his temper.
“Please,” she said, “just let me go. I’ll never tell anyone, I promise.”
“And have you someday decide to blackmail one of us?” He shook his head. “Perhaps you might even try blackmailing Carrington into marrying you.”
“No,” she said strongly, “I wouldn’t. I would never---”
“Oh, I see. Now that you’ve seen what sort of Club this is, you just want to run as far from Carrington as possible? You’ve decided he disgusts you, repulses you--”
“No,” she said, bursting into tears.
“No?” He asked, surprised.
“No,” she said in a small voice.
“Then you aren’t disgusted? Shocked? Horrified?”
“I should be, shouldn’t I? But I’m not. I’m even more wicked than my Aunt says I am.”
“Your Aunt has called you wicked? But then again, Mrs. Shreve seems to find all of this mortal coil to be wicked, doesn’t she?”
She nodded.
“Well, that hasn’t been terribly fair to you, has it?”
“I'm a poor relation. It-it isn’t my place to question my Aunt, Your Lordship.”
“Then it shall be mine to question. Well, Miss Halliday we seem to find ourselves in a peculiar situation. You’ve trespassed upon my club, creating a grave risk to myself and to the other members. Yet, you claim to still harbor a tendre for Carrington. So, I believe that I have a solution that shall solve all of those matters at once.”
“You have?” She asked, her voice full of surprise.
“Yes, I believe I have. Now, if you’ll dispose of your clothing in the bin, we can speedily resolve everything.”
“I beg your pardon, Your Lordship, but I don’t understand. I am not carrying any clothing with me.”
“Then what is this called, then?” He asked, putting his hand over her sleeve.
“Your Lordship, she said, aghast, I couldn’t possibly— not before you, and— and why would you ask any decent girl to remove her clothing?”
“I ask because you're going to change into a scullery maid's uniform. And don't expect that to stay at your ankles either. Even decent girls have to lift their skirts and bare their bottoms for punishment, don’t they?”
“But certainly not from— from a--”
“From a gentleman? True enough. Shall I then call upon your Uncle instead, and tell her that I found you wandering about Town unchaperoned?”
“Y
ou wouldn’t! They would never let me visit Town again, my Aunt would shut me up at Groton Park forever, and--”
“Then you agree that you will submit to discipline here?”
Glumly, she nodded her head. “But you must never, ever tell anyone that you spanked me, especially not on the bare.”
“Certainly not, Miss Halliday. In addition to being a man of discretion, I am definitely not a liar.”
“But, you just told me to take off my clothing so you could punish me!”
“Yes, but I didn’t say that I would be the one spanking you. No, a different hand is needed in this instance.”
“But do not take your clothing off until I instruct you to. It is better that he sees you dressed as a servant. In those clothes, he will accept your story without bothering to rack his brain with the idea that you might possibly look familiar.”
“Familiar?”
“Lord Carrington will be the one to discipline you.”
“Lord Carrington? No! No, certainly not. First, Lord Carrington has nothing to do with this--”
“Given that you trespassed upon my club hoping for a glimpse of Lord Carrington, I’d say this has everything to do with him. And your second reason is—?”
“I couldn’t possibly bare my bottom in front of Lord Carrington.”
“And you claim to harbor a wish to marry him? Isn’t a bare bottom rather necessary for it?”
“Not— not for a proper lady in a proper marriage, Your Lordship.”
“And yet you seem to seek an improper marriage, if you have your heart set on Carrington. Lord Carrington enjoys a good fuck, Miss Halliday. It’s best that you remember that. Carrington isn’t the type to bother with a wallflower. Not to mention that maidens bore him. A saucy scullery maid on the other hand--”
“I’m hardly a saucy scullery maid.”
“No, but in a moment you’ll be dressed like one. And since I’m going to tell Carrington that you earned a spanking by spying on club members, he is going to think you are very saucy indeed. Your choice- either you get punished at home or by Carrington right here?”
“What kind of a choice is that?”
Lord Standish grinned at her. “Exactly. Never let it be said that I don’t have a romantic bone in my body. You wanted Carrington, I’m delivering you to him. Match made.”
“You’re asking him to spank me, not asking him to--”
“I can think of few better ways to measure your compatibility.”
Chapter 16
Lord Carrington
“You sent for me, Standish?” Lord Carrington asked, arriving somewhat disheveled and looking none too pleased to be summoned. “Lawson and Parker said it was urgent, although what’s so urgent that a man cannot be permitted to—“
“I’m afraid you aren’t the only one to suffer such a fate this evening. But you’re about to enjoy yourself more than I,” Lord Standish said, motioning to the nervous looking wench standing next to him.
He gave her a good long look, taking in her uniform and her luscious curves, then smiled. “Well, I certainly can’t complain- this little maid looks even more appealing than the ladies that I just left behind. They weren't nearly as ample as you,” he said, smiling at her. “Are you to offer me a good fuck, then?” He asked her as he reached out and squeezed her breast.
She gasped and turned beet red.
“I’m afraid that isn’t why I requested your help, Carrington,” Lord Standish said. This little scullery maid of mine has been rather naughty tonight. Instead of staying in the kitchens where she belonged, she snuck out into the club rooms. She promised she won’t tell anyone, but I’d like to extract a more sincere promise. I’d spank her myself, but I don’t think that would give her the justice she deserves.”
“Worn your hand out already? You've been having a better night than me. I stayed far too long at that dreadful ball. Actually, I'd been meaning to sock you one after setting my up with that wallflower who wouldn't so much as even look at me, let alone say a single word. Well, nothing to worry about. The joy of spanking this lovely wench will more than make up for the embarrassment you put me through at the Shreves,” he said to Lord Standish. He turned to the wench-- “If you're a good girl, you might even earn a good fuck from it.”
“Just the spanking,” Lord Standish cautioned him. “This little wench happens to still be a maiden.”
“A maiden?” He shook his head. “Is she old enough to—“
Lord Standish nodded. “More than old enough.”
“I'm two and twenty,” the wench said.
“But how?” he asked, shaking his head again. “How does a lovely little thing like you manage to stay virgin past twenty? I mean, one needs only to look at you- nice round tits, nice plump arse, where have you been living that no man has wanted to plunder you?”
“In town as of late,” she said.
He laughed. “Ask a rhetorical question, get a comical answer. No you definitely have not been living in town. I can assure you, maid or not, if I had come across you before this, I’d be happy to get your skirts over your waist for a lot more than a spanking.”
“Do you mean to say you would- you would wish to fuck me?” She asked.
“With considerable pleasure,” he replied, sitting down and pulling her over his lap.
Chapter 17
Gillian
“So, you naughty maid - got caught sneaking a peak at what you shouldn’t--,” Lord Carrington said, pressing her to his lap.
She shivered. The last time she had been so close to him, the last time he had spanked her, he had been kissing her deeply. Her body remembered this just as clearly as her mind, thrumming in anticipation.
“I didn’t mean to. I was only curious--”
“I bet you were, you lusty wench. Did you have your hand up your skirts when Standish found you?” He asked, pulling up the back of her dress.
Did I — what? She asked, as she felt the air in the room against newly bared flesh. Her ankles, her legs, her thighs... it would only be a moment before...
“Don’t sound so shocked. You’d hardly be the first one. Don’t know how you’ve kept your maidenhead though. Between your inclinations and your looks—“
She felt a strange warmth as her bottom was completely bared, her scullery maid's dress tucked up at her waist.
“My looks?”
His hand cupped her chin. “Between your pretty, kissable face and your- “ his hand traced lower, making her gasp as it stopped over her breast, the heat from his palm strong enough to be felt through her bodice. “Yes, your looks, you cheeky thing,” he said, his hand curving over her, his hand squeezing slightly. “You don’t really want to stay a virgin, do you? “
“My Aunt—,” she stammered.
“Probably filled your head with ridiculous stories about pain and sin.” He gave her a warm smile. “When you’re ready for it, you’ll let me know.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ll be sure to make it very good for you,” he said, spanking her hard.
Her head swam.
“You- you want to--”
“Very much so,” he replied, his hand clapping against her heated flesh, her bottom jiggling in response. “You need only saw the word and—,” he ran his other hand over the front of his trousers- “he's ready. Very ready.”
He was hard, and he was once again hard for her.
She could feel the throb of it against her belly as he spanked her, his aroused cock teasing her with promises that she wasn’t allowed to fulfill.
She had wanted him in the shrubbery, and she wanted him now.
She wanted him to flip her over and mount her like a beast.
She wanted him so badly that Lord Standish could stay in the room and watch, despite having been a friend of her father’s.
The harder Lord Carrington spanked her, and oh, did he spank hard, the more he called her a saucy wench, the more difficult it was to rein herself in. Her body has beginning to shake in a very lewd
way, and with her legs pumping furiously, it was impossible to preserve the last bit of modesty she might have had.
Surely she was completely exposed- not just her bottom, but the even more private places.
She sobbed to hide the word from escaping her lips, but it didn’t stop her from knowing what was happening to her body. Her cunny, her poor desperate cunny, was leaking wetness at an alarming rate as she clenched in rhythm with Carrington’s spanks, clenching and clenching, until, with an alarming shriek, her body was overcome with a violent shaking that took several minutes to subside, a new round of trembling arising just as the last tremors finished.
Chapter 18
Gillian
The spanking, which she had dreaded receiving, ended all too soon, leaving her trembling.
Lord Carrington was about to reach for her, to comfort her, when Lord Standish shook his head and dismissed his friend from the room.
“Well, that went quite well,” Lord Standish said, after they were alone.
“Easy for you to say, she huffed, it wasn't your bottom.”
He smiled. “No, but Carrington certainly put in a considerable claim of ownership. You will see each other again.”
“See each other again? I don't see how that will be possible after everything that has happened between us. Didn't you hear how he had been upset to dance with me at the ball?”
“Yes, because you were a dismal dance partner. So, you won't be seeing him again as Miss Halliday. You will be seeing him again as Gillian, my former scullery maid.”
“Former scullery maid?”
“I'm afraid the job didn't suit you well- you were far too interested in the Club's activities. As such, I decided to give you a new job. Starting tomorrow night, you will be our newest attraction- a living statue.”
“A living statue?”
“Yes, the plastique is the newest rage. We will teach you a few poses for the job. And Carrington will be the one to prepare you for it.”