by River Belle
‘Please,’ I said, quivering, ‘touch me again, touch me with your hand. I want you, doctor.’
‘Where do you want me to touch?’ he said, bringing his hand up and onto my breast. ‘Here?’ he said, trailing shapes around my soft, puckered skin.
‘Lower!’ I said.
‘Here?’ he said, painting my flesh with his, moving his digit further down, around my midriff.
‘Lower, doctor!’ I cried, barely able to take the pleasure.
‘Here?’ he said, cruelly, as he moved his finger just above my pubic mound. He started twisting the finger round in my tightly wound hair, pulling it slightly, making me wince with pain.
‘Doctor, please, put your finger in me, into my pussy!’
He jerked away.
‘I don’t think so, miss. Not yet.’
FROM BEING LITTLE FOR THE BARON
Again he beat me, and again I thanked him for it, and with each following strike it became easier to say thank you, even though the pain became more and more severe. I could feel the flesh of my bottom swelling and reddening with each slap as the Baron marked me, made me his. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you Baron,’ I said, and I knew that I was thanking him with sincerity, as now each slap had started to make my pussy began to beat with pleasure, with anticipation. I knew he was looking at me there, because with each strike now he was pinching my buttocks and pushing them up so that he could see that secret little place. I knew that I had started to glisten for him. I felt my bladder start to fail on the eighth slap. The tell-tale few droplets of urine began to leak from me, and I knew that soon, I gush would take place.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the top of a large building loomed into view, and I gasped, asking my new gentleman friend where he had brought me to. ‘Is this your little abode?’
‘Indeed it is, Madame,’ he replied gleefully. ‘You may have already heard of the Palace of Versailles.’
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PART ONE
NAUGHTY NELLIE GETS ADOPTED
Chapter 1
I knew, when I began working for the Duke of Banbury, in the great Banbury Manor, that this was going to be a job like no other. But I never realised just how different it was going to be.
My name is Nellie Adams, and I am eighteen-and-a-half years old. The half is important, because that means it is half a year since my story really began, as it was on my eighteenth birthday that the Duke of Banbury first made his intentions towards me clear.
However, I am getting ahead of myself. You’ll have to forgive me for that. I get over-excited and want to tell everything at once, especially where my Duke is concerned.
Here is how it began.
My upbringing had been kind, but lacking in luxury and wealth. My poor parents tried their best to provide for me, but living in damp squalor as we did, took its toll on their health, and they both departed from this world when I was just fifteen years of age. I was taken to a nearby orphanage for girls, where I was taught the basics of etiquette and household chores, so that I might become a servant one day – and that would only be my fate if I was lucky. Many of the girls in the orphanage ended up being sold to wealthy Lords as courtesans and Mistresses. I have to confess, awful as their fate sounded, I always felt a twinge of excitement for them, wondering what their life would be like from then on, having to give their body to their new Master, whenever it took his fancy…
But at that time, I was only fifteen years old, and it did no good at all for a young girl to think about such things for too long. In fact, part of me wished I could just stay a little girl forever.
I got on with life at the orphanage, working hard, keeping myself clean and out of trouble, watching my body change and blossom into early maidenhood, until one day, Mrs. Mallory, who ran the orphanage, announced that a very special visitor was due to visit us that day.
‘It is the Duke of Banbury,’ she said, with a wide, toothy grin. ‘The most ‘andsome Duke in all the county!’
Well, at those words some of the girls began immediately giggling behind their hands, excitable, and Mrs. Mallory raised a hand to quiet us.
‘Be quiet, cretins,’ she said. ‘He is not for the likes of young girls like you. The Duke of Banbury is renowned for having some… very adult tastes…’ Her gaze lingered in some distant place, and I noticed her running a hand across her clavicle, as if caressing herself momentarily, and then her eyes snapped back onto us. ‘Today, however, he is here to pick a new servant girl. So look sharp, and here’s a new bar of soap for wash time.’
One of the oldest girls, Judith, grabbed the soap greedily out of Mrs. Mallory’s hands, and a great ruckus began as we fought with one another over who should take their bath first, and who the Duke of Banbury was likely to choose to work for him. Not one for fights, I hung back and watched my fellow orphans, wondering what the Duke would think of the sight of all of them arguing like this. I slipped away somewhere quiet, to have a wash in private, and to dream about what a new life with someone like a Duke might mean.
Chapter 2
That afternoon, we were lining up in an orderly fashion, our faces not quite spick and span, but probably shining more freshly than they had ever done in our lives, and we were waiting for the arrival of the Duke of Banbury with giddy hearts.
‘Now remember what I said,’ said Mrs. Mallory. ‘No chewing, no swearing, no answering back, and definitely no speaking unless spoken to.’
She stood looking at us all, with a slightly disappointed but nonetheless accepting expression, and we waited for a full five minutes like that, in silence, until there was a rap at the orphanage door.
And that’s when Mrs. Mallory became extremely giddy, like a teenage girl, like she was just one of us. ‘Oh goodness!’ she squawked, ‘he’s here!’ She pulled the straps of her frock down a little lower, so that half her rather flat bust was on display, and she hurried over to the front door, skipping like an over-excited child.
‘My Duke, my Duke!’ she babbled, as we heard her opening the door. ‘How wonderful to see you, sir… I mean sire…. I mean your honour…. Please, come in!’
We couldn’t see the door from where we stood, lined up in the front room, but we craned our necks, listening for the first sound of the Duke, wondering what the man who got Mrs. Mallory in such a tizzy was really like. Knowing her she had terrible tastes, and he would be a repulsive, weasly creature…
‘Thank you, Mrs. Mallory,’ said a booming, deep voice, full of power and control. ‘I shall just be choosing one girl today. I want the most obedient one you’ve got.’
‘Of course, your majesty… your honour,’ simpered Mrs. Mallory pathetically, but the Duke interrupted her.
‘If you try and trick me, Mrs. Mallory, I’ll know about it. I want obedience or nothing.’
And with that, the commanding gentleman stepped into the front room, and we all gasped. He must have been over six foot five tall, and, being an orphanage full of girls, we were not used to seeing anyone even close to six foot, let alone taller. His complexion was slightly tanned, which was surprising given our position in the English countryside, and certainly not something we were used to seeing either, given that we were expected to spend all day working indoors, and never got the chance to darken our skin. His hair was thick and dark, and he had a layer of stubble upon his chin that seemed to imply a great virility, as if every time he shaved the stubble just popped straight back up, being as full of testosterone as he was. His face was angular and incredibly handsome, and his figure was muscular and trim.
Even the fussiest girls among us looked weak at the knees as he approached.
‘Girls,’ he boomed, walking to the end of the line, and looking down at us. ‘I am now going to perform
a brief inspection of each of you. If I ask you to step forward, you must do as I say. I will then ask Mrs. Mallory to comment upon the manners and obedience of the girls I have selected to stand forwards, and I will pick one of you to be my own.’
The way he said to be my own really made it sound like we were his possessions. Which, I suppose we were to be. It was just a shock to hear it said aloud like that!
At that point, the Duke took a step towards the girl at the end of the line, and his inspection began.
Chapter 3
‘Too tall,’ said the Duke, looking at the first girl. ‘Too short,’ he said, walking past the next. ‘Too fat,’ he said to the third. ‘Too thin,’ he said to the fourth.’ At the fifth girl, he stopped. ‘You look pliant enough. Nice and docile. Step forwards, girl.’ The girl did as she was told, and the Duke grabbed hold of her face. ‘You have all your teeth, I take it?’ The girl nodded as well as she could, given that her head was in a vice of the Duke’s clutches. ‘A little on the thin side, though…’
‘I can fatten up!’ squeaked the girl. The Duke looked at her in astonishment.
‘How dare you answer me back, wench!’ he shouted. ‘Step back in line.’
The girl, sniffing, trying to hide her tears, returned to the line, and the Duke moved on.
After ten minutes or so he had inspected every one of us except me, who was standing awkwardly at the end of the queue. He had only bade three girls to step forwards, and not one of them had dared answer the Duke back, having already witnessed the first girl’s mistake.
Finally, the Duke stepped up to me. ‘Interesting,’ he said, looking closely at my face. ‘She looks very young for her age… I wonder how she acts…’
I held my breath, afraid that even the slightest sound of breathing might turn him against me, and I stood as straight as I could, looking up at him but without impolitely staring. ‘You have a comely figure,’ he said, his eyes trailing down my chest. I could hear Mrs. Mallory tutting angrily behind him, no doubt jealous of the fact that I had breasts already, and she had never had them at all!
‘Step forwards, girl,’ he said, and I did as I was told. ‘Now turn around for me.’ Again, I did as I was instructed, and my ears burned as I felt his eyes boring into my backside. ‘Face the front again,’ he commanded. I felt dizzy with all these demands, but I have to say, I rather enjoyed them too. It felt rather marvellous to be under such firm control, to know exactly what my boundaries were, and that it was imperative I must cross them.
‘Yes,’ said the Duke. ‘You can stay standing forwards.’
Finally, I allowed myself to take a breath, but tried to make it as light and dainty as possible. For a moment, I wondered if I might faint.
‘So, Mrs. Mallory,’ said the Duke, turning back to the simpering old woman. ‘Which of these four girls who I have asked to step forwards is the most obedient, would you say?’
Mrs. Mallory narrowed her eyes, looking across the line of us with disdain, fully aware of the gravity of the decision she was about to make, and how much it would change our lives no end. When Mrs. Mallory’s eyes rested upon me, she scowled even further, no doubt still upset about the Duke’s complimenting my figure, when he had not complimented her own. ‘That one,’ said Mrs. Mallory, pointing at Lucinda, who stood beside me, and who was far from obedient. In fact, she was one of the greatest rebels among us, and it was clear Mrs. Mallory had said it out of spite.
Lucinda squealed and jumped up and down, then turned to me and stuck out her tongue. The Duke snapped around sharp to look at her, and he stared down at her for a full minute, in silence, before speaking. ‘I will not have a squealing little piglet coming to stay with me, Mrs. Mallory. Clearly, I misjudged your ability to make a sound decision. I shall pick this one.’
‘Oh no!’ breathed Mrs. Mallory with bitter envy. ‘Not Nellie! She is going to turn out to be a very naughty one, Duke! Mark my words!’
The Duke looked at Mrs. Mallory, smiled, and then grabbed my forearm tightly, encircling it with his almighty hand, and he marched me out of the room, towards his waiting carriage, where I was swept away to my new life, and would begin to become the person I am now.
Chapter 4
For the first year or so at the Duke of Banbury’s manor, I worked very hard. I did exactly as I was asked, and I barely spoke a word, unless I was asked to. I curtsied, spoke politely, and was quite the model servant. I truly believe I blended so well into the background that the Duke even forgot I was in his employment. It was as if a ghost brought him his pipe every morning, and brought his newspaper to him in the evening. I do not even know, had he been asked my name, if he would have remembered it.
By the time it got to my seventeenth birthday, however, I began to grow a little rebellious. I suppose I became naughty, as Mrs. Mallory had prophesied. Like all adolescents, I grew tired of authority, and longed to be able to change the system. Why should it be that some people get to have everything, I wondered, while others have nothing? I stopped curtseying for the Duke when I presented him with his newspaper, and began speaking up a little more, even striking up a conversation with the Duke himself when I was feeling particularly brave. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t angry with the Duke, but I did feel rather… agitated whenever I was in his presence. It was as if I wanted something from my Master, but I did not know what. I did not know, at that point, why he made my lips tremble, and my stomach churn whenever I spoke to him. The feelings had been getting so strong they were almost unbearable.
The Duke certainly must have noticed a change in me. I’d feel his eyes upon me whenever I entered a room, and I noticed that he started to move around the house a little more freely, popping his head into the servant quarters to watch me now and then, as if trying to catch me out at something. To be honest, I assumed that he was angry with me, that he was waiting to catch me in the act of stealing, or something similar, so that he might have fair grounds to dismiss me, and never lay eyes on me again.
How wrong I was.
On my eighteenth birthday, another servant, a sixteen-year-old boy named Rory, brought me a package. I was down in the cellars, peeling and chipping potatoes and onions for the cook, and was surprised at the sight of the parcel with my name on it. I had never received a package in all my life. Let alone a birthday present.
‘The Duke wants you to have this,’ said Rory. ‘He has given me strict instructions that you are to open it in private, in your chamber, and read the note accompanying it.’
‘What is it?’ I asked, immediately aware of how silly the question was.
‘How d’you expect me to know, Miss?’ said Rory, and walked off whistling.
I took the parcel, amazed, looking at the beautifully written calligraphy spelling out my full name, Nellie Adams, on the front. I shivered to think the Duke had written those words, and I hurried to my chamber, desperate to see what was inside.
Chapter 5
Carefully, I undid the brown paper encircling my package and removed a lacy white handkerchief. As I did so, a sheet of paper fluttered to the floor. I stooped quickly to pick it up, my heart racing, and read the following:
Nellie,
It is your eighteenth birthday, but you are not yet a woman. Having been your Master for some two years or so now, it is my duty to reveal my plans for you at last. I have been watching you closely, ever since you entered my service, and have been astonished by the growing change in you.
When you first joined my service, you were a quiet, obedient little mouse, who did exactly as she was told, like a good girl. For the past few months, however, you have grown more courageous, your mind blazing with rebellious thoughts. Although you rarely voice these thoughts, I can tell that they are there, and I can feel the fire within you. At first, I was shocked by your insolence, but I have found myself more and more closely drawn to it… In fact, lately I have become quite bewitched…
I believe that under firm tutelage you might yet blossom into a fine yo
ung woman, but you must learn some respect and manners for your elders, in particular for your future husband.
You must have guessed my intentions, my dear, for you know I cannot take my eyes off you. I would like to adopt you as my wife. Make you my own. And I can tell, beneath the blazing fire in your bosom, there is a deep desire for me too.
Wear the garment contained within this parcel. Consider it your birthday present. I shall be along to your chamber in one hour’s time to see that you have obeyed me.
Yours,
The Duke of Banbury
Well, what a curious letter! I read it another time, to be sure I had taken it in correctly. There was so much in it that surprised me. Phrases echoed around my head. I have become bewitched… your future husband… adopt you as my wife… wear the garment contained within this parcel…. I shall be along in one hour’s time…