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Posted on Friday, August 05, 2005 - 04:01 pm:

THACKERY MANOR
by Alex B.

Edmund Thackery stepped from his carriage and
motioned for the horseman to move along to
the stable. He was pleased to see the front
door of his London residence on Hayden Street.
It had been a madhouse in Parliament that day
and he was glad to be home. It was a bad year
to serve in the House of Lords. 1775 was coming
to a miserable close and 1776 didn’t seem to
hold much promise either.

Colleen, one of the Thackery’s servants, was
there to take Edmund’s coat as he came in the
front door. He walked down the hallway to find
his wife, Lady Madeline Thackery waiting for
him in the sitting room.

“Hello, love.” Edmund said with a tired smile.

“You look exhausted!” Mrs. Thackery said,
turning to Jennifer, a servant waiting nearby.
“Some sherry.” she ordered.

The girl nodded and quickly left the room.

“It’s been a devil of a day!” Edmund moaned
as he sat down in his chair near the fireplace.
“A devil of a day!”

Jennifer came back with a glass of sherry on a
silver tray. Mrs. Thackery took the glass from
the tray and waved the girl away.

“Trouble in the colonies?” she asked.

Edmund gave his wife an annoyed look.

“You know I never discuss matters of state
at home!”

“Of course, dear. I do apologize.” she said,
handing him the glass.

He took a gulp of the sherry and sighed.

“Yes, trouble in the colonies.” he continued.
“A damnable insurrection, that’s what it is!”

“Oh my!”

“Oh, I can sympathize with their situation,
the tax burden and all, but you can’t just
break off from the empire!”

“Certainly not!”

“The upstarts! They all need a good thrashing!”
he said.

Madeline grasped the opportunity to change
the subject.

“Speaking of thrashing, we need to deal with
the servants. This is Friday."

Friday was the established day of the week for
punishing the servants for various misdeeds
around the house. Not all punishment took place
on Friday. Occasionally a maid would displease
Mrs. Thackery and quickly find herself bent
over the nearest chair with her dress tossed
over her head, having a dose of the Lady’s
oak hairbrush briskly applied to her bottom.
Or perhaps a serving girl would spill something
during supper which would result in an
immediate spanking over Mr. Thackery’s knee.
Edmund had no compunction about baring a
servant girl’s buttocks and spanking them
soundly, even in front of guests. In fact,
it was when others were present at the table
that he was most prone to wallop one of
his girls.

The impromptu punishment of a servant was not
uncommon at Thackery manor. For the most
part however, a record of misdeeds unfinished
duties were kept in Mrs. Thackery’s ledger and
the corresponding punishments were meted out on
Friday afternoon, before dinner.

“Right.” Edmund said. “Let’s get on with it.”

Lady Thackery took a small silver bell from
the mantelpiece and rang it. Within moments,
four servants, all young women, had entered the
room and were waiting at attention in front of
the lord and lady.

“Are they prepared?” he asked.

“Yes, they are.” she said. As always, the girls
had been instructed to leave their aprons and
undergarments in their rooms in preparation
of punishment in order to make their bottoms
easily accessible.

“Where are Katherine and Rebecca?”

“Katherine is not in the ledger this week.”
Mrs. Thackery told her husband. “She has
performed without flaw. As for Rebecca, she had
to leave for a few days- some family matter.
But I settled accounts with her this morning,
before she left.”

“Did she require the hairbrush?” he asked.

“One of your belts, actually.”

“Really?”

“Insufferable girl!" Lady Thackery said.
"Always dawdling... always up to mischief!
I caught her taking a nip at our dinner wine
yesterday!

“Good Lord! I hope you laid it on well!”

“She won’t sitting down for a few days, I can
promise you.” Mrs. Thackery sat across from her
husband, opened the ledger and chose a name
from the list. “Emily, you will be the first.”

Emily Wicklund was a small, brown-haired, buxom
youth of twenty who’s behavior on the whole was
quite good. She had done very well for herself
as a chamber maid, with the exception of some
nervous clumsiness on her part. Emily stepped
forward and stood quietly with her head bowed
as the complaints against her were read.

“On Monday, Emily forgot to bring fresh water
to the bedroom basin. Wednesday she dropped
one of my Aunt Margaret’s antique flower vases,
causing it to be chipped.”

“Can it be restored?” Lord Thackery inquired.

“I believe so.” she replied.

“Well then, nothing too serious. Still, we must
be more careful in the future mustn’t we?”

“Sir.” Emily agreed with a curtsy.

Edmund hooked his arm around Emily’s waist
and bent her over his lap. Without ceremony,
he lifted the young woman’s dress, revealing
her pale, round buttocks.

“I think a good hand spanking should suffice,
don’t you?”

“I might have used the brush.” said Lady
Thackery. “But I’m certain you know best.”

“Yes.” the gentleman replied and with that,
he lifted his large powerful hand and brought
it down, landing a sound, solid swat across
Emily’s fair cheeks.

Emily flinched and grimaced but did not cry
aloud, she knew better. She had witnessed many
a spanking at the manor and had taken note that
the girls who kicked and cried only received
more swats in return. As the volley of painful
slaps rained down on her naked, vulnerable ass,
Emily simply gritted her teeth and tried to
remain still, resisting as much as she could
the impulse to cry out. Of course, after a
while over Lord Thackery’s knee, it was
impossible not to show some signs of distress.
His ability to find the softest area on a
bottom and to set that patch ablaze with pain
was uncanny. His punishments were rarely unfair
but never forgotten. He was a quiet-spoken man
except when angered. And if he was angry enough
to raise his voice, someone’s bottom would soon
be throbbing.

Lord Thackery laid swat after stinging swat
onto Emily’s reddening cheeks until even that
well-controlled girl was weeping openly.
Her buttocks were spanked until they were red
and raw. She was about to start begging for
mercy when her master gave her one last
resounding slap and then put her dress back
in place.

When Mr. Thackery commanded Emily to stand,
she quickly pushed herself up, wiping the tears
from her face as she stood.

“We will try not to be so clumsy won’t we,
Miss Wicklund?” Lady Thackery asked her.

“Yes, ma’am.” Emily answered, curtsying again.

“Off you go then.” said Lord Thackery.

Emily returned back to her place in line with
the other girls. Only then did she begin to try
and rub the soreness from her aching cheeks.

Mrs. Thackery glanced down at the ledger.

“Colleen will now step forward.”

Colleen Sullivan was a trim, sturdy young girl
of Irish descent who wore her fine red hair in
shoulder-length curls. Her smooth, porcelain
skin and soft emerald eyes made her a vision
hard to ignore. The only thing more noticeable
than Colleen’s beauty was her quick temper and
stubborn will. Such elements in her personality
caused her to be the most often punished girl
in the house. During her first year in the
Thackery’s employ, she had been spanked on more
than fifty occasions. Still, her insubordinate
behavior continued. If it were not for a vow
to Colleen’s dying mother to keep and train her
errant daughter, Madeline would have released
the girl long ago.

“Colleen has been lazy and insolent this week.”
Lady Thackery declared. “On Tuesday she was
given the simple duty of beating the rugs.
She performed her duty in a haphazard fashion
and when I informed her that she wasn’t beating
the rugs hard enough, she answered me with
a sharp tongue!”

“Sir,” Colleen interjected. “I only said that,
if Lady Thackery was to use her hairbrush,
she’d have those rugs beaten clean in no time.”

The other girls tried not to giggle.

“You impudent whelp!” Lady Thackery fumed.
“If your mother had the strength, she’d-”

“There is no cause for anger, my dear.” Edmund
interrupted. “We shall simply show young Miss
Sullivan how to properly whack a rug.” He stood
and pointed to Emily. “Fetch the rug beater.”
Emily nodded and darted out of the room.
“Only, I think Miss Sullivan should experience
this particular whacking from the rug’s point
of view.”

Lord Thackery took a wooden chair from a nearby
table and placed it sideways directly in front
of Colleen. “You will lift your dress and
assume the position of a dirty rug.” he said.
Blushing as deeply as a rose, Colleen took hold
of the hem of her dress and pulled it up above
her waist as she lowered herself over the seat
of the chair.

Emily returned with a long paddle-shaped
instrument made from thick, shellacked wicker.
Edmund took the rug beater from Emily and stood
to the left of Colleen’s upturned bottom.
“Now, I want you all to watch closely as I
attempt to whack the filth from this nasty
little piece of carpet.” He lifted the beater
on high and brought it whistling through the
air onto the young woman’s buttocks with a
thundering smack that caused the other girls
to flinch. Colleen let loose with a cry that
was answered by a second stinging swat.
Tears streamed down Colleen’s pale, freckled
cheeks as the next few swats found their round,
trembling target. “You see, you must stand
clear of the rug and hold the instrument at the
far end of the handle using it’s full length
when you swing. These quick smacks do very
little to get the job done.” He punctuated each
word with short, sharp spanks. Lord Thackery
then took the handle in both hands, lifted the
rug beater high above his head and swung it
down across Colleen’s bottom with a powerful
slap, the hardest one yet. Colleen gasped and
began to bawl. “You must use full-armed swats
that produce a resounding clap that can be
heard all around the house.” He gave Colleen’s
bottom another cracking blow and then held the
instrument out to Emily. “You try it.”

"I.. uh..." Emily gulped, shyly.

”Come now, you both need to learn from this!”
Edmund said, placing the handle firmly in
Emily’s hand. She blushed a bit as she took her
place at Colleen’s side. She then took a deep
breath, brought back the flat end of the
instrument and swung it with all her might
delivering a loud, solid spank to her
workmate’s pink, throbbing cheeks. Colleen was
crying loudly now and when Emily landed another
equally painful swat, the Irish lass howled
with pain and humiliation. Emily continued the
thrashing until Edmund handed the beater to
Jennifer Beecham.

Jennifer was a raven-haired beauty fresh out
of school and new to the Thackery’s home.
Colleen had made things difficult for the new
girl with cruel pranks and teasing. So it was
with relish that Jennifer took the rug beater
in hand and began smacking Colleen’s fanny
as though she was whacking a hundred years of
dust from a thick carpet. She swung with
terrific malice causing Colleen to grip the
legs of the chair with both hands as she began
to blubber uncontrollably. Again and again,
Jennifer joyfully smacked Colleen’s bottom,
bringing it to a dark, ruddy hue. Eventually,
Edmund took the beater from Jennifer’s hand and
passed it to Jane.

Jane Thisby, the Thackery’s plump cook’s
assistant, was timid and easily frightened.
She too had been mistreated by Colleen, but
was afraid to spank her in earnest for fear
of reprisals. Jane took the rug beater and
began to give Colleen a few moderate swats,
each of which landed with a dull slap.

“No, no!” Mr. Thackery shouted.

“You have to swing harder than that, Jane!”
Mrs. Thackery added.

Jane curtsied and then continued to give
Colleen a half-hearted spanking with blows only
a trifle harder than before.

“Oh, this won’t do!” Lord Thackery said,
grabbing another chair from the table and
placing it flush against the chair that Colleen
was bent over. “I’ll show you how it’s done!”
He then took Jane by the shoulders, forced her
over the empty seat and flung her dress up.
The two girl’s bare bottoms were snug against
each other, Colleen’s red and swollen one next
to Jane’s which was pale and unmarred.
Lord Thackery hauled back and swung the beater
catching Jane’s bottom with a powerful blow
that had her wincing. This was followed by
several harder spanks that swiftly brought
tears to Jane’s eyes. Then there was a
surprisingly hard swat for Colleen who had
begun to think her punishment had ended.
Jane got another stinging spank followed by
one for Colleen.

For the next few minutes the two took their
spankings simultaneously. Mr. Thackery
alternated swats, from one bottom to the other
until both young women were kicking and crying
for mercy.

“Stand up, Jane.” Edmund commanded.

“Yes sir.” Jane sobbed as she stood, gripping
her sore backside.

“Do you feel that Jane has been sufficiently
punished?”

Mrs. Thackery checked the ledger.

“She only forgot to mop the kitchen floor one
night. Yes, I think that should do. Get back
in line, Jane.” Jane curtsied and took her
place next to Emily and Jennifer.

“Stand up!” Lord Thackery told Colleen who
stood rubbing her bottom furiously as she
hopped gingerly from one foot to the other.
“Miss Sullivan, you have talked back to my
wife! This will not be permitted! You will have
no dinner tonight and no breakfast tomorrow!
You are to be spanked by Lady Thackery every
morning this week and by me every evening.
Any other transgressions on your part will
be settled most harshly with my belt,
do you understand?!”

“Yes sir!” Colleen gulped. Mr. Thackery waved
her away. Still sobbing, Colleen dashed back to
her place in line.

"Jennifer shall be last one." Lady Thackery
said, closing the ledger. "I would like to take
charge of this myself. You see, she neglected
to dust the foyer on Wednesday and while that
in itself may not be a grave transgression,
it is something I have personally reminded her
about again and again. I cannot help but think
that she is ignoring me." With that, she glared
at Jennifer. "And I will not have that."

“Very well.” Edmund agreed. “Jennifer, bring
Lady Thackery her hairbrush.”

Jennifer bowed her head and left the room
returning a few moments later with a large
oak hairbrush which she handed to her lady.
Mrs. Thackery wasted no time, hauling Jennifer
over her lap, lifting her dress and landing the
first swat of the brush in what seemed to be
one smooth continual motion.

Madeline was an expert spanker. Every servant
in the house knew the sting of her hairbrush
and none of them took the subject lightly.
It wasn’t just the harshness of the swats,
but the blinding speed with which they were
delivered. A spanking from Lady Thackery took
far less time than one from her husband,
but it was debatable which was more feared.

She dispensed an array of stinging swats that
had Jennifer’s bottom bright pink within a
minute. The fierce staccato of spanks continued
and soon those pink cheeks were crimson.
Lady Thackery swung the brush like a woman
possessed, peppering the girl’s burning cheeks
with blistering smacks, each one seemingly
harder than the last. Jennifer was a mass of
tears and apologies before her mistress was
through with her. Then just as quickly as she
had taken the girl over her knee, Lady Thackery
grabbed Jennifer by the arms and yanked her to
her feet. She stood and stared coldly into
Jennifer’s watery eyes.

“From now on, you will attend to all the duties
you are given!”

“Oh- yes, ma’am!” Jennifer tearfully replied.

“Very well. Back to work- all of you!”

Lady Thackery clapped her hands and the girls
all scattered from the room.

Edmund sat down in his chair by the fire.
Madeline stood behind him with her hands on
his shoulders.

“That seemed fair enough.” she stated.

Lord Thackery stared into the flames for a
moment before answering.

“You did seem a bit rough on Jennifer, though.”

“Do you think so?” Madeline asked.

“Never mind.” Edmund said, patting his wife’s
hand as he spoke. “You and I will soon settle
that account.”

Later that night, all four servant girls were
gathered around the door of the master bedroom,
giggling quietly as they took turns peering
through the keyhole. One at a time, they
watched with delight as Lord Edmund Thackery,
in his nightgown, held the naked Lady Madeline
Thackery over his lap, spanking her mercilessly
with her own hairbrush.

“Look at her face.” Jennifer commented as she
moved aside, giving Emily a chance to peek
through the tiny opening. “She almost seems
to be enjoying it!”

Young Emily took a closer look.

“I think you're right!” she replied.

“Imagine that!” Jane said, with amazement.

Colleen rubbed her own bottom to feel the
wickedly delicious sting.

“Imagine that.” she whispered.

THE END