Alisons Awakening
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I was summoned into the drawing room one Friday night at seven thirty, I
knocked and on the command I entered, my aunt was sitting with a much
younger lady on the settee. I knew she was there as I had let her in
earlier and served them coffee.
Now I expected to clear away. I curtseyed. "You rang Madam."
"Yes: this is Allison - Miss Allison to you, she is the Secretary of the
hockey team and I have agreed that from now on you are going to be their
official laundress. You will wash and iron the kit and clean their boots
every week. There will be about fifteen of them and in return Ali has
agreed to come and give you a proper seeing to as and when required,
isn't that nice of her?" I was quite dumbstruck. "I have already
explained that another strong right arm won't do you any harm at all." I
certainly did not think that 'another strong right arm' won't do me any
harm at all, her own right arm still managed to make me cry seemingly
without any effort at all.
Miss Allison sat looking up at me and smiling, no doubt at the absolute
fear registered on my face. I looked at this woman who was wearing a
short, sleeveless summer dress and sandals, I noticed that she was quite
tall and had very powerful arms and legs and I just knew that a hiding
from her would hurt very much indeed!
"Take Allison to your playroom and when she has seen to you bring her
back here."
I was shocked to say the least, I had been with my aunt for over ten
years and I had always been physically punished by her since the day
that I came to live here when I was 15, but I never have grown used to
it although I must say there is less than there used to be when I first
came. I curtseyed and although my throat was very dry with fear I
managed to croak, "Yes Madam."
I lead her down into the basement where there were two rooms, on the
door of the left hand room was a brightly painted teddy bear holding a
banner with "AMY'S PLAYROOM" written on it. This was my aunt's idea of
humour for this was anything but a play room. I undid the massive lock,
slid back the three substantial bolts, opened the heavy oak door and
stood to one side.
"After you," she said smiling sweetly.
"Yes Miss." As I entered I shuddered, it was always chilly in that room,
the whipping horse was placed in the middle of the stone floor, I had
spent many an agonising hour over that particular leather topped
stallion and I didn't relish going over it again. The walls were racked
out with whips, canes, straps and other items all of which I had felt
over the years on many occasions.
"Oh! This is very nice. I see. Over you go." She pointed at the horse. I
stood on the little platform, bent over the horse and grabbed the bar on
the far side and pulled, immediately two sets of stocks unfolded and
secured my wrists and ankles and the padded top began to lift and
stretch my limbs ensuring that my bottom was as taught as a bowstring,
while Miss Allison looked admiringly at the mechanism and she finished
off by finally securing the wide strap around my waist. She selected a
cane from the rack. I felt my dress and slip being lifted and tucked
under the waist strap. She pulled down my tights and panties to my
knees. I felt the cool air on my bottom and flinched as she measured her
distance touching the tip of the cane onto my bare bottom. "Count each
stroke" she ordered and the first stroke whistled into the soft flesh of
my bottom. I yelped and instinctively strained at my bonds, it had been
a while since I had felt anything so hard across my nates and as I had
already noticed, Allison was a big, strong, young woman. The next stroke
bit and I breathed heavily and this time I remembered to count.
"Two," I half screamed, half shouted.
"No, No, No. What happened to number one? If you don't count neither do
I. The next stroke is number one!"
Slowly and steadily we made it up to twelve strokes (although it was
more like eighteen with my failing to count) and I was blubbing and
crying when I was released "Hands on your head" I obeyed and Allison
roughly pulled my pants and tights up and getting hold of the collar of
my dress to stop me from writhing in my terrible pain and frog marched
me back to the drawing room to face madam
"Did you enjoy that?" It was some moments before I realised that Madam
was talking to ME! I could not believe it all I wanted to do was go to
bed and rub my poor little bottom and cry into my pillow. But my hands
were still on my head
"Nnnno Mmadam, nnnot really," I sobbed.
"I thought perhaps you wouldn't. How many did you give her?"
"Only a dozen."
"Oh No; that won't do at all, take her back and give her that many
again, I want her to realise what a good hiding is."
"My pleasure," replied Allison beaming all over her face. "Come on you,
follow me I know the way now."
So back we went, me reluctantly behind my new tormentress, sobbing and
begging please, please, please and my aunt Margaret taking up the rear.
Once again I mounted the hated horse, Allison picked up the cane which
she had replaced on the rack. My aunt however, told her that the best
canes were kept in a shallow tank at the end of the room and they walked
over and selected a long, dark, evil, whippy, dragon cane from the tank.
I groaned inwardly knowing that this was going to be so much more
painful. With no warning whatsoever once again the agonising cane
cracked onto my poor tender bottom with me shouting out the number of
the strokes until I could no longer speak the pain being so intense. I
heard my aunt command an extra six for disobeying the order to count the
strokes. Four of these were laid diagonally, two from the left and two
from the right with the final two strokes placed in the crease where my
bottom meets my thighs. These brought me to new heights of pain and
suffering. I was nothing but a blubbering wreck. My ordeal being over I
was released and lead howling and wincing at every step, by my aunt to
the little school desk and hard chair where I was told to sit and write
a three hundred word thank you to Miss Allison for helping my aunt to
keep me on the straight and narrow. They left telling me to bring my
letter to them within the hour or they would assume that I needed
another "ride" on the horse. I cried and cried the whole time I was
writing it, I knew enough to ensure that I used the whole hour,
otherwise I would be accused of rushing and sent back for more
punishment, which I certainly did not want. My apology was very tear
stained and I was still sobbing when I took it to them. Madam made me
read it aloud before I presented it to Miss Allison, who mockingly
kissed it, tucked it in her bag and said with a cheery "I'll keep this
close to my heart. So nice to meet you, Amy. See you tomorrow after the
game. Sleep tight."
"Thank you miss nice to meet you, look forward to seeing you again," I
said and I bobbed a very painful curtsey although I really never wanted
to see her again, for as long as she lived, but I knew that what had
happened today would be another regular torment for me to bear in the
years to come.
"Show Miss Allison to her car and make sure that you thank her again for
her trouble and then come back here right away," my aunt commanded.
"Yes Madam." I bobbed another painful curtsey and opened the door for
miss Allison and I picked up her heavy sports bag and carried it to the
car and placed it in the boot. "Please Miss thank you so much for taking
the time to play with me." She smiled and held her cheek for me to kiss
it which of course I did.
"My Pleasure sissy, can't wait to play some more, I really enjoyed that,
bye bye." I waved goodbye until the car was out of sight I knew that my
aunt would be watching me from the house and that would be what was
expected of me. I returned to her study and together we filled in the
punishment book.
Twenty four strokes of the cane for routine discipline purposes
Six strokes for disobedience in failing to count stroke properly despite
being repeatedly asked to do so.
I signed each entry in a shaky hand Amy Browne
"She is very nice isn't she, I think that this little arrangement will
work very well, don't you?"
"Yes Madam," I lied.
"You may go to bed."
"Thank you Madam." I curtseyed, I didn't need telling twice; I was sore
and feeling very sorry for myself; I was still sniffing and swallowing,
every step I took gave me terrible shooting pains and my bottom felt
twice its normal size. I went to my room, undressed out of my uniform,
went and washed myself in my little cloakroom at the end of the
corridor. I was extremely careful washing my welted bottom and changed
into my pink poly-cotton night-dress. I washed my bra, knickers and
tights and hung them over the sink to dry. I went back to my room and
ironed my slip and dress and polished my shoes. Finally crept into my
hard narrow bed and I cried myself to sleep.
I had been working my socks off all the next day, I hate the Weekends
even more that the rest of the week. I am always especially nervous when
the mistress is around and I was still very sore when at about six
thirty in the evening the front door bell rang, I hurried to answer it.
There was Allison, smiling. "Hello Sweetcheeks."
"Hello Miss Allison" I bobbed a curtsey and stood aside so that she
could pass. Allison didn't even look at me as she swanned through, it
didn't take her long to assume the mistress role I thought, but as usual
I said nothing.
Go and get the bags from the car," she said as she passed
"Yes miss." I bobbed another curtsey, although she had disappeared by
then. I am not allowed to use the front door so I closed it and went
through the kitchen and out of the back door around the house to her
car, picked up the three heavy bags two full of dirty sports kit and one
full of boots. Struggling to the back door I was greeted by both women
who had opened a bottle of wine. I put the bags in the utility room and
Allison said,
"What took you so long? Do you need another ride on that horse of yours
to wake you up?" I curtseyed and mumbled.
"No thank you miss." But I was worried I knew that my aunt would not
hesitate for a second to send me for another hiding. Luckily for me she
either didn't hear or didn't think that I had taken too long. She
ordered me to get some glasses, I got some crystal goblets from the
cupboard, wiped them with a clean cloth, put them on a tray with a
little doily and followed them through to the lounge. When they had made
themselves comfortable I curtseyed and poured the wine, curtseyed again
and was about to leave when my aunt called me over to listen to Allison
as she said that she needed to talk to me. Allison took an envelope out
of her bag.
"Here are the labels which you will need to sew neatly into very item of
clothing before they are washed so that you can make sure that everyone
gets their own things back." She handed me the envelope which contained
ten labels for each of the thirteen members of the team, 130 labels and
instructions as to where and how they were to be positioned. "I want
them sewn on and everything washed, ironed and the boots all cleaned by
Wednesday lunch-time understand?"
"Yes miss." I curtseyed, although I wondered how on earth I was going to
get it all done.
"There is washing powder, cotton thread and a needle in the bag, is
there anything else you require?"
Time I thought, more time. "No Miss." I curtseyed again.
"Don't forget that you will start when your normal chores are done and
not before." My aunt added
"Yes Madam of course Madam, Thank you Madam." I curtseyed to my aunt.
"Get on with your work, girl, get out." She waived me away.
"Yes Madam." I curtseyed and left.
I checked the bags each person had put their filthy, sweaty, mud
encrusted kit into a supermarket carrier bag and labelled it with their
name on a large luggage label. The boots were tied together by the laces
these also had a label attached to them.
Over the next few days I sewed labels at every opportunity. The
instructions were quite precise where the labels were to be positioned
and at 16 stitches to the inch, this meant that these took an awful long
time to sew on especially those with longer names. I made paper
templates to ensure that the labels were positioned correctly in the
tops, skirts, socks, bras, and knickers, eight labels in all, including
the ones in the boots. I worked out that I could wash the kits two at a
time; one with labels and one without which meant that I could sew
labels into clean clothing on half of the kits, which was nicer. I
cleaned the boots and sewed the labels on the tongues as instructed. By
Wednesday I lunch time I still had two lots of kit to do although I had
done all the boots, I was dreading the doorbell and I knew that I
wouldn't get finished but at about 3:30 Alison's smiley face appeared at
the kitchen door. It made me jump and I nearly wet myself as she let
herself in and I bobbed a curtsey and she put her handbag and keys on
the table.
"Hello honeybuns." She grabbed my bottom which made me start as it was
still quite sore from Friday's ministrations and said into my ear "All
done I trust?"
I gulped. "Nearly Miss," I replied bobbing another curtsey.
"Nearly? Oh dear oh dear," she said squeezing my bottom even harder and
making me wince. "Looks like you are going horse riding again then
doesn't it? She found this quite amusing, needless to say I didn't.
"I'm sorry please Miss, I just haven't been able to finish sewing in all
the labels Miss, everything is clean and the boots are all polished and
ready Miss, just two sets of kit Miss I'll have them done for next week
Miss, really I will please Miss, I promise Miss..."
"Stop that babbling girl, you haven't finished. You were told to finish.
You knew you had to get them all done and you haven't. You're just plain
lazy and as you know that laziness must be accounted for. Now let's get
to that playroom and I'll give you a few pats on your rump, then you can
load the car and I'll talk to your Mistress later."
So once again I took that hateful journey into the cellar and stifling
back a sob, mounted the reviled horse and secured myself Allison did up
the waist cinch and pushed up my dress and petticoat and tugged down my
tights and panties, rubbing her hand across my naked bottom I could feel
the cool air on my buttocks, knowing that it wouldn't be long before my
bottom would be aflame with pain. She walked over to the end of the room
and selected a thick long, dark, evil, whippy, dragon cane from the
tank. I sobbed openly knowing that this session was going to be so very
painful. Without warning the cane cracked agonisingly across my poor
tender bottom. "One," I screamed, "thank you Miss." I knew better than
not to count the strokes.
After eighteen strokes my ordeal was seemingly over and I was released,
sobbing uncontrollably, I pulled up my underwear and adjusted my dress,
I curtseyed and thanked her for caning me.
"Once again my pleasure Amy," she smiled. "Now get the car loaded, I
have to be away, you've made me late. Chop Chop." She clapped her hands
I ran up the stairs, wincing with the excruciating pain at every step,
grabbed the bags and went through the kitchen and out of the back door
around the house to her car, loaded up the three heavy bags and returned
to the kitchen. She was picking up her handbag and she held out her
cheek for a kiss which I dutifully did. "Tell your mistress that I will
phone later."
"Yes Miss." I curtseyed, and she was gone, I dutifully waived until she
was out of sight and then returned to the kitchen to get the evening
meal ready, I wasn't looking forward to Madam's return and the phone
call from Miss Alison would not be good news for me.
I heard the car on the gravel drive and hurried to open the front door.
My aunt swanned in, I curtseyed she did not acknowledge my presence as
she dropped her keys in the bowl on the hall table, handed me her
handbag and gloves. I helped her off with her coat which I carefully put
on a hanger and hung up in the closet. "Anything to report Girl?"
I curtseyed before answering. "Miss Alison came madam and said she would
telephone you later." I curtseyed again and followed her into her
bedroom opening the doors and curtseying and put her handbag on the
dressing table as she took off her jewellery and I helped her undress
putting her tailored grey business suit on a hanger and placing it
carefully on the easy chair ready for me to press later. She threw off
her grey silk slip, stepped out of her shoes, snapped her fingers for me
to help with her bra tights and panties which I did placing them on the
floor near the door for washing later. I followed her through to the on-
suite and turned on the shower, as she washed I took the soiled clothes
to the laundry room and returned and began to lay out clean clothes, as
I went back into the bathroom with a pair of warm towels to dry her off
with, the phone rang. "Get that girl."
I answered, "Mrs Bachareaux's residence, The mistress is unable to come
to the phone just now, this is Amy Browne maid of all work may I take a
message?"
"Hello Monkey Buns, put Maggs on will you?"
"Yes Miss Alison." I held the phone. "Miss Alison for you Madam." I
bobbed a curtsey and she took the phone I wrapped a towel around her and
she pointed to the bathroom I went in and closed the door and began to
clean the shower down I hadn't quite finished when I was summoned back
into the bedroom, Madam had dressed herself in a pair of jeans and a
tee-shirt.
"You lazy little bitch, Alison told me you didn't complete the work and
she had to take you for a little canter on your horsey."
"Yes Madam." I curtseyed.
"How many?"
"Eighteen Madam." I curtseyed again.
"Nowhere near enough, fetch me a heavy strap and be quick about it!"
"Yes Madam." I bit my lip and curtseyed and ran into the study selected
the longest and heaviest of the four tawses which always decorated the
top of the desk and hurried back, hoping that she would not give me too
many once she saw the state of my poor lacerated bottom. She pointed to
the arm of the chair.
"Bare it and get over the chair arms folded and keep your backside up,
if I so much as see your hands we will adjourn to the basement and begin
over. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Madam." I curtseyed and pulled up my skirt and slip, slipped down
my tights and panties to my knees, folded my arms, draped myself over
the arm of the chair and buried my face into the seat cushion. I did not
have long to wait, I felt the strap lightly fall across my bottom so
that she could accurately measure the stroke and the next moment I felt
the tips of the strap bite agonisingly into the fresh cane weals. I
cried out and my bottom was jigging involuntarily but through it all I
managed to maintain the required position during the next seventeen
strokes; each as fiery as the first and I have to say I was blubbing
like a two year old when I finally heard the order to 'stop lying round
feeling sorry for yourself get on with your duties and mind you fix that
makeup before serving dinner' with that she left the room. I certainly
did not hang about, although I was in a tremendous amount of pain I
immediately pulled up my knickers and tights and straightened my slip
and dress, still sobbing and thinking how totally unfair both of these
punishments were, I had worked every waking minute to try to get those
damned uniforms washed and ironed as for the nametags they were just
never ending and the boots took forever to clean. I finished cleaning
the bathroom and tidied the bedroom before replacing the strap on the
desk in the study I then went to clean up and put my face on again I
also changed into a thong and stockings. Walking was very very painful
but curtsying was much worse I practiced in the corridor several times
to get used to it as I did not want any more punishment tonight, if I
could possibly help it and I knew that there would be mercy for me she
would just as easily give me another dozen with that strap for not
curtseying elegantly enough and giving me an hour of curtseying practice
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