The Education Of Emma

An eBook By Bonnie Dark.

thought I might be punished, and so I hid. I know servants are meant to keep out of sight," Emma explained.

"Well, that's true enough." The lady tapped her husband's arm with her riding crop. "You're frightening the poor child even more. Let her go. She's done no real harm.

Emma breathed a sigh of relief as the Master released her arm and stood back, arms folded - but his piercing gaze didn't let her go.

"However…" the Mistress continued, "Perhaps she deserves a small reprimand so she will behave better next time. What do you think, Reggie? Shall you administer it, or shall I.

Suddenly Emma's relief evaporated. Something about the woman's tone, the avid twinkle in her eye and the way she used the words 'reprimand' and 'administer,' was unsettling. Emma swallowed hard and lowered her eyes, waiting to find out what her fate would be.

"Go ahead. You're the mistress of the house. Disciplining the household staff is your area." There was a pause before he added with a rakish smile, "Besides, I like to watch.

"Very well then." Suddenly Mistress's voice went hard, all trace of her usual musical cadence disappeared. "Emma, I want you to pull down your undergarments and your stockings all the way to your ankles.

Emma couldn't believe she'd heard correctly. "Pardon, ma'am.

"Immediately, or your punishment will be more severe, my girl. When you're finished, I want you to bend over that settee and place your hands flat with your bare bottom presented upward. Do you understand.

"Y-yes, milady." Emma's face inflamed with rushing blood. It roared in her ears. She slowly unfastened the tie on her drawers and pulled them down to her ankles, stockings, garters and bloomers pooling around her feet. She could feel her naked bum brushing against her petticoat as she hobbled over to the settee. She stared at the low piece of furniture before lying belly down across it and placing her hands on the floor. Her face burned and tears of shame prickled her eyes. She pressed her cheek into the rough fabric and waited for her humiliation to be over, but it was only beginning.

Lady Weddington flipped up her skirt and petticoat. Emma felt cool air move against her backside as the heavy material was tossed up over her back. A soft, smooth hand caressed her rear, smoothing over each cheek, then a finger traced the crack between them and came to rest at the edge of her anus.

Emma shuddered. She had never been touched like this before – not even with her own hand. The lady began circling her puckered hole with a fingertip, round and round with a gentle, tickling scratching. Emma felt her crotch go wet at the hypnotic sensation. All her senses crackled and sang with fear. This was not right. This could not be happening. At the same time, her nipples hardened and she wanted … more of something, though she knew not what.

"A very pretty rosebud she has," Lord Reginald remarked casually. "See how it responds to your touch? She likes it.

"But, she must learn to accept the pain before she earns the pleasure," the lady replied. Following her words there was a sharp smack of skin on skin, and Emma jerked as she felt the hot blow of her mistress's hand against her rear.

"I want you to count out the blows, my sweet. I will only give you five, since your transgression is minor, and this is to be a learning experience. You must thank me aloud for each one. Say 'yes, mistress.'"

"Yes, mistress," Emma parroted, enraged at the break in her voice when she spoke the words.

There was such a long pause that Emma began to wonder if the first spank would ever come. She was achingly aware of the master's eyes staring at her naked rear. Surely he must also be able to see a glimpse of her sex since her legs were spread so wide. She was humiliated and oddly excited at being on display for him.

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