The Dominant Male

again…
    ‘What ho!’ A male voice broke into her world of pain. ‘Here is a licking. A naughty maid, I take it?’
    ‘Horace… I thought…’ Lady Beatrice’s voice sounded taken aback, the assurance quite drained away from it.
    ‘You thought, my Darling, to keep me from seeing this creature as nature intended! Prudence, release her. You girl, stand up quite straight.’
    This order was not easily obeyed. Chastity swayed, almost delirious with pain and another, quite bewildering feeling. Her bottom burned and hot tears splashed on even hotter cheeks as she covered her naked cunny with her hands.
    ‘None of that, now! Give me the cane, Beatrice!’ Lord Horace rapped Chastity’s knuckles with the tip of the rod, ‘hands behind your neck, girl. Well, now. Well now—’
    ‘Horace,’ there was a note of petulance now; ‘she is mine. You said that I could have another upstairs maid. You said—’
    ‘I know what I said,’ Lord Horace murmured, ‘but she is exactly what we need. Look at those legs. If she is not an exact match in height, build and colouration for Snowflake I will eat my hunting crop. Look at me, girl!’
    Chastity raised reluctant eyes and found herself impaled by his pitiless grey ones.
    ‘My God,’ he said, ‘grey with just a hint of blue. Even the eyes match! She is absolutely perfect.’
    ‘Horace! Please! You can’t just take my things because they match one of yours. It isn’t done. It isn’t fair. It isn’t cricket!
    Lord Horace took Chastity’s bare arm in a powerful grip. ‘I will tell you what, my love. You remember that new stable boy? The one that you said filled his breeches so well?’
    A slightly mollified note came into Lady Beatrice’s voice. ‘The one you said you could not send up because, Jackson, and the others were too busy getting ready for the races?’
    ‘That’s the chap, Robert Finch. Bob, I believe they call him. Well, now things have settled a bit, I suppose the grooms could spare him.’
    ‘Bob,’ Lady Beatrice pronounced the name as if she were sucking something pleasant in her mouth. ‘Oh yes, I would like to make him bob! Very well, Horace, you can take this poor girl for your foolish games. But send me up that young man by return, and we shall stay friends, despite your quite despicable depredations.’
    Her answer was a chuckle. ‘I will send up Catchpole to fetch her, after.’ Lord Horace said. ‘Now you, girl, face the wall. I want to see that beautifully striped bottom while I see to your erstwhile mistress. Prudence, that cunning little tongue of yours will be needed.’
    Her bottom was still throbbing, though the ache was duller, as Prudence unlaced her stays. Chastity felt dizzy, her mind reeling with what she had just seen and heard, and trying to make sense of her master and mistress’s discussion.
    ‘Ho, ho! Now you will learn your place!’ Prudence said, her voice still husky with excitement.
    ‘What did they mean? Where am I being sent?’
    ‘To the stables, of course. Are you deaf as well as stupid?’
    ‘But surely girls cannot be stable hands?’ Certainly, Chastity had never heard of such a thing. Dairy maids certainly, but stables were surely the domain of men entirely.
    Prudence laughed. ‘You are not going to be a maid there, you silly trollop. Don’t worry, the mystery will be revealed soon enough.’ She laughed again. ‘Now, take off those stockings too. They are far too fine and delicate for the rough ride you will be getting!
    So it was that she was quite naked when they arrived for her. Catchpole was a very broad, balding man who filled his jacket so completely that it looked about to split. Swinging in his hand was a bundle of black leather straps and mysterious steel fittings. Finch was a handsome youth with a shock of chestnut curls. Both stood and stared at the naked girl in frank admiration as Chastity blushed furiously and tried again to hide her breasts and cunny.
    ‘Someone’s had a whipping!’ remarked Catchpole. ‘All right, boy, hold her wrists for me. His Lordship said she might prove a little skittish.’
    Chastity let out a little wail as the young man grasped her wrists.
    ‘Please, what are you doing?’ Chastity said in panic as leather bands were buckled around her wrists, a collar around her neck and a short length of chain employed to link her arms behind her back to that collar. The men took not the slightest notice of her questions. Next, Catchpole took up a set of straps,