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Victoria's Misfortune

By: RomanCEisdead2





Victoria's Misfortune



Victoria dragged her nightgown off and then stepped into the shower. The shock of the water took her mind off of anything else. She too washed quickly and then stepped out. Jenny threw her a towel from a pile. "Hurry up!" she told her, "We've got something to do before we go down for breakfast."

Having donned their nightgowns again, they quickly made their way back to their room. When they got there, they found a steaming bowl of hot water, a brush, a bar of soap and a cut-throat razor.

"Time to get you tidied up. Come on, lay down on the bed, we haven't got much time."

As Victoria lay down, Jenny fetched a small pair of scissors from her chest of drawers. She pushed Victoria's legs apart and began to trim the pubic hair as short as possible.

Once again, Victoria was feeling exposed, embarrassed and vulnerable. Jenny worked quickly and when finished, brought the shaving implements closer. When Jenny used the brush to lather the soap all over Victoria's pubic region, she almost snapped her legs together, particularly when she stroked across one particular area. When the razor came into contact with her skin, she held her breath and didn't move.

Victoria moved around as Jenny instructed, allowing her to shave her completely, including the area around her anus. When she finished, she took a small bottle of oil from her drawer and said, "This will stop it from itching." She poured a small amount into the palm of one hand and then applied it to Victoria. Jenny took her time rubbing the oil in, making sure that she had covered every inch of shaven skin. She seemed to even be paying attention to areas where there hadn't actually been any hair.

Victoria looked down between her breasts at Jenny, who was now concentrating her attention on a point at the very top of the pink flesh that she could now see. Victoria thought that she was going to wet herself. "Stop!" she said. "What are you doing?"

"Do you like that? Is it nice?"

"You mustn't! It's… it's not… right." Victoria was desperate to stop Jenny before she urinated everywhere. "Besides, we've got to get dressed and get down to the kitchen."

Jenny, although disappointed came to her senses. "You're right. We don't want to upset Mrs. Trustworthy."

They were five minutes late. The housekeeper was upset.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Trustworthy," explained Jenny. "But we had to… tidy up a bit."

"In which case, you should have arisen from your beds five minutes earlier. Report to me at 9pm and you will receive your punishment."

Much to Victoria's surprise, the tasks that she was set during the day were not as onerous as she had expected. Later in the evening she was given some sewing repairs, which she finished to the housekeeper's satisfaction.

At 9pm promptly the two girls stood outside Mrs. Trustworthy's office and knocked on the door

"Come."

The two women walked in and stood in front of the housekeeper's desk.

"Victoria, I mentioned when you arrived yesterday rule breaking is punished in this household. I also explained that it was the duty of both of you to ensure the absence of tardiness. Please bend yourself over the back of this chair." She indicated the straight-backed seat that stood to one side of her desk. She walked up to it and bent over. The chair back was just below her waist height, allowing her to bend easily and grasp the seat. The housekeeper walked around behind her and raised her skirt up over her back.

Victoria couldn't believe what was about to happen. Not since she was ten had she been spanked. The first petticoat was raised and then the second. She was now fully exposed to Mrs. Trustworthy's gaze -- and to Jenny's also.

"I would normally use the cane, but as this is your first offence and I consider that Jenny is more rightly to blame, I will instead use my hand." With hardly any pause at all, she brought her hand down sharply upon Victoria's left cheek. She let out a yelp, which had hardly left her lips when the second blow fell upon her right cheek.

The slaps continued until Victoria had lost count. The initial pain had subsided somewhat, to be replaced with a different feeling, one she couldn't quite understand.

Mrs. Trustworthy finished the punishment and used both hands to massage the severely reddened buttocks. She continued as she spoke to Jenny, "I see that you've done a good job here." She slid her hand between Victoria's legs to feel the smoothness.  

She raised an eyebrow as she said, "Either you used a little too much oil afterwards, or this girl has enjoyed her punishment a bit too much." She flipped Victoria's clothing back down and told her to return to her place. She merely nodded at Jenny, who clearly knew what was expected of her. She walked over to the chair and as she bent over, threw her skirt and petticoats up onto her back. The caning was swift, as both cheeks were hit at the same time. The marks that were left looked nasty, but Jenny didn't make a sound.

Following the punishment, the two were dismissed. Jenny virtually ran all the way to their room. By the time Victoria walked through the door Jenny was laying on her bed on one side, her hand between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Oh!" Jenny grunted. Her hand was moving rapidly. Victoria was worried that Jenny wasn't well. She wasn't sure what to do and wondered if she should go and get help. Just then, Jenny let out a long low moan.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Of course I am, you silly girl," Jenny smiled weakly. "Look, I'm sorry; it always gets to me like that."

Victoria just stared at Jenny, confused.

"You really don't understand, do you?"

Victoria still had a blank look on her face. "Listen, when I put the oil on you, did you enjoy it?"

"Yes. I mean No! I mean, well, what I mean is that it helped."

"But when I rubbed between your legs, did it do anything?"

Victoria flushed as she recalled the sensation. "It made me want to pee."

"But was it a nice feeling or not?"

Victoria nodded absently. A kind of heat had been building in her stomach at the time. Jenny's face was split with a wide grin. The two women undressed and donned their nightgowns.

Jenny turned the light out before Victoria had climbed into bed. She felt her sit next to her on the bed. "What I did earlier. It was a form of pleasure. But sometimes it becomes necessary in order keep yourself under control. I think that perhaps you are old enough to find this out now. Why don't you lay back and just get to know your own body?"

Victoria wasn't sure. She lay back on the bed and thought about the events of the last two days. She recalled the way that the housekeeper had massaged her breasts and then pinched her nipples. She attempted to copy what she had done and realised that she could achieve the same effect. She pulled up her nightgown and stroked her thighs before approaching her most sensitive area. When her hand reached it she gasped at the touch and was surprised to feel the wetness. She shivered as her index finger ran along her labia, but as her finger touched her clitoris her back arched.

She was no longer aware of anything else around her. She didn't even register that Jenny was still sitting on the edge of her bed watching her in the dim moonlight coming in through the tiny window. Jenny had begun to play with herself again. As she became more and more aroused she had the urge to touch Victoria, to help her achieve climax. She held back though, as this was a solo voyage of discovery.

Victoria came silently. She was overwhelmed by sensations coursing throughout her body. When she finally achieved orgasm, it brought her to tears. She rolled over onto her side and fell asleep. Jenny pulled the bed covers over Victoria, before climbing into her own bed.





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Victoria could not recall what happened after, merely that she awoke in the morning, tucked up in bed with one breast hanging out from her shredded nightie.





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Victoria was sure that Sir Robert was still asleep, but in his dreams he was fondling her. Not surprisingly, it began to have an affect on her and she had to bite her lip to prevent herself from moaning aloud. She could feel the tell-tale wetness gathering between her legs. The Master's hand left her breast and moved onto her hip. She kept her legs tightly together as it slid onto her stomach and then down. Although his hand couldn't go very far, she could feel his fingers rubbing her pubic hair through the nightgown. Vicky gently pulled her knees upwards to prevent any further movement.

The hand moved back to her hip and she breathed a silent sigh of relief, before the hand slid the other way and moved between the cheeks of her bottom. The fingertips were now brushing the covered lips of her pussy. Victoria found herself almost overwhelmed by a passion she could hardly understand -- lust. Her mind fought a battle with her body. She half wanted Sir Robert to rip the material aside and to use his hands on her naked flesh, but the other half knew that this was wrong. Her juices had begun to soak into the cotton fabric. She had to escape now or… or what? She wasn't sure, but an instantaneous decision helped her to roll onto her front and slide from the bed. Sir Robert remained where he lay and the snoring resumed.

When Vicky caught up with Jenny, the other girl wanted to know all about her new duties. It was only when they got back to their room that evening that she was able to relate all that happened. But Jenny couldn't stand he suspense, "Did he fuck you?" she demanded to know, with an excited expression on her face.

"What?" The blank look on Vicky's face told Jenny of her innocence.

Jenny explained, in possibly more graphic detail than was necessary, what was meant by fucking. Vicky realised that her arousal that morning may well have led her to allow Sir Robert to do such a thing if he had wanted to - if she hadn't escaped when she did.

Later that evening, Mrs. Trustworthy came and told Jenny that she had been chosen for special duties tonight.





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Victoria stopped her motions and stepped back from Mrs. Trustworthy, pulling her clothes back down as she did so.

"You may go," Sir Robert told her.

She stood back up on unsteady legs and asked, "Do you not wish me to assist in the punishment of Victoria?"

"No. I will deal with her myself."

Mrs. Trustworthy left the room and closed the door behind her. Victoria awaited her fate. If the Master was capable of punishing the housekeeper in such fashion, what would he do to her?

Sir Robert circled Victoria as he spoke, "Do you agree that you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"And do you agree that I have the right to punish you in any way I see fit?"

Vicky's mouth suddenly became very dry. "Yes, sir," she croaked.

"Anything at all and you will do precisely as you are told without hesitation or complaint?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Take of your clothes and lay on the bed."

Victoria suddenly felt as though she was in a dream. She paused only to take a deep breath before starting to undress. She removed her boots first and then unfastened her skirt. Sir Robert watched, never taking his eyes off of her. She removed her blouse, aware that her nipples were standing erect and were clearly visible beneath her chemise. She then took off the first petticoat followed by her silk stockings, one by one, aware that the Master was looking at her exposed legs.

Whatever she removed now would expose her naked flesh. Another deep breath and she unbuttoned her chemise. As she slipped it off she heard Sir Robert make an appreciative sound. She then unfastened her second petticoat and let it drop to the floor. She swallowed to try and wet her dry throat and walked across to the bed. She climbed onto it and lay on her back. Sir Robert walked to the foot of the bed. "Spread your legs," he told her. "Wider."

Victoria complied immediately.

"Start rubbing yourself. Show me how you masturbate."

Vicky's left hand moved to her breasts, the right to her pussy. She gently teased her nipples with the one hand, while circling her pussy lips and clitoris with the other. She looked down past her legs at Sir Robert. He was licking his lips while staring at her body. The dressing gown had come undone and she could see his penis hanging down between his legs, the head hanging lower than the testicle sack. It was starting to rise again, but not very much yet.

The robe dropped to the floor and Vicky realised for the first time that Sir Robert had quite an athletic body. He moved around to the side of the bed and climbed on. He straddled her head and then brought his face down to her pubic region. Victoria felt his tongue on her fingers as he began to lick her. She took her hand away to allow him full access. Meanwhile, she had a remarkably close up view of the Master's genitalia. He seemed to be dropping his hips lower, bringing the dangling weapon ever closer.

Victoria lifted her head a little and began to lick Sir Robert's dick. It started to respond slowly, so she opened her mouth and enveloped the head. The tongue playing with her clit was having a dramatic effect upon her. She wanted to make Sir Robert hard again. She knew it was terribly, terribly wrong to do it before she was married, but she wanted to be fucked now, more than ever before. She started to tremble with the approach of an orgasm and this seemed to spur the Master's cock to life. Suddenly it filled her mouth and throat.

Sir Robert stopped licking and slipped his cock out of Victoria's mouth. "Turn over and position yourself on your hands and knees. As she did this, he left the bed and walked across to the dressing table, returning with the riding crop. The end was still coated with Mrs. Trustworthy's juices, which made it easier when he began to slide it into her anus. It felt more uncomfortable than painful and very soon he was moving it in and out of her at a pace. He changed from a straightforward motion to using a slightly circular one. The effect was no less arousing and seemed to be making the entrance wider. "Open your legs wide and drop onto your elbows," he ordered.

The whip landed on the pillows in front of Victoria, who looked round to see what was happening as she felt Sir Robert's weight nestle between her legs. She knew immediately what he was using to invade her body this time and although his cock was bigger than the crop handle, it slid in relatively easily. He pushed his entire length home in one go, his balls slapping against her pussy. The fucking he gave her arse was almost violent, but by now it was what she wanted. She was being driven slowly up the bed with the force of his thrusts and he had to pause occasionally to re-position himself. Once, he slipped out and very nearly plunged into her vagina, but instead slid through the folds of flesh and across her clitoris, before returning to her arse.

Sir Robert began to grunt with the effort. Vicky felt that he was not far from coming, but wanted to achieve an orgasm herself, so she slipped a hand down and began frigging herself. She wasn't sure who started to come first, but whichever one did, he/she triggered the other's orgasm.

Victoria lay with Sir Robert on top of her, his weigh almost crushing her small frame, his dick still buried deep within her bowels. Some time later he rolled off of her, his cock slipping out from the gooey wetness. He lay on his back and said, "You may go now."

Vicky quickly dressed and left the Master's bedroom, feeling her pussy juices trickling down the insides of her thighs and mingling with the semen leaking from her anus.