Margot and I were wrapped in a tender embrace. She was now calmer, having recovered from the great agitation I had put her into. She no longer trembled or cried: she was collecting herself, catching her breath and sighing, full of contentment.
I was caressing her hair and inhaling the pleasant smell emanating from her skin. I was gently stroking her breasts, indulging on her wide nipples, feeling the goosebumps on her skin. The fingers which I had used to stimulate my friend with such vigour were sticky and gave off a particular odour that was new to me, but that I quickly learned to connect with a woman who has been greatly satisfied.
I felt a great intimacy with this maid, formally my inferior, and I was curious about her past, how she had come into our house, and, finally, how my tutor was responsible for the remarkable striking marks I had seen on her shoulders and buttocks.
Margot, having now recovered her faculties and wit, began to talk. Here begins the tale of my maid:
I was raised in the Catholic faith. My parents were very devout, my father being the Bishop of ***, and my mother being the Abbess of ***.
I don't know much about my first few years. My parents, bound by the rules of their own orders, could not raise me but had to relinquish the responsibility of educating me to an orphanage in a nearby city. They insisted that the knowledge of Jesus Christ and his Mother, the Holy Virgin, and of their teachings be imparted on me from the youngest age, which is why I followed in the rightful and holy ways of the Bible, and I happily regard myself as a good Christian.
Even though they could not raise me in their common house, being my parents separated by the rules of their professions and being too busy with the pastoral care of the faithful and the members of their orders to concern themselves with their child, they would regularly visit the institution I had been left a ward of.
My parents would enquire after my well-being; they would tour the premises to ensure that the rooms were appropriately ventilated so that they would not retain any warmth in the winter months or any coolness in the summer ones lest not to spoil us with unnecessary luxuries. They would also demand that our allotted meals be not too rich, but that they be limited to half a bowl of porridge in the morning and some clear soup at night. I thank them dearly for taking such interest in my upbringing.
At the end of each visit, my parents queried me on various topics of the Christian faith, and, finding me often lacking, they demanded that I be caned. If the infraction was too grave, they would do the caning themselves. This was all with the good intent of making me a better Christian.
It was soon obvious to the other children that I was receiving special treatment in light of my connection to such excellent people. They also found out that the strictures we were all under, namely the cold lodgements and the light meals, that some of the pupils of the institutions found too lacking, so the children would cane me too as a reward for these special treatments everyone was subject to, but which were solely for my betterment.
I will not talk much about my years in this institution. I will only say that, no matter the great effort I put into my studies, I never fully satisfied my parents, my preceptors, and my fellow pupils. While I am saddened that my nature is so sinful not to be easily perfected, I thank my circumstances for affording me the unbroken attention of my superiors, who never failed to cane me with undiminished vigour.
At the age of eighteen, I was declared an irrecuperable case, and I was dismissed by the institution. My father gave me this crucifix you saw on my neck as a sign of never waver from the good faith I had been raised into and wished that God took good care of me for I clearly could not take care of myself.
I loved my father and my mother very much, and I pray for them every night. I haven't seen them since the day I left the orphanage, but I believe that my father, the Bishop of ***, and my mother, the Abbess of ***, have kept adding to the number of Christian souls to the better glory of Jesus Christ by procreating many more children. I thank them for their efforts in my education, even though I was not their only child or, probably, the most promising, and I pray for the good fortunes of the many brothers and sisters they have given me, but which I have never met.
After leaving the institution, I found employment in a shop that sold fabrics. This was a sad time for me. I worked the allotted hours; I received my weekly pay, but I never once received a just punishment for my sins. In a word, I knew I was not becoming a better Christian. Now and then, the man I worked for paid me some compliments, which I knew, for my good parents and my good preceptors had taught me, were sinful and were leading me farther away from attaining the right to enter Heaven once my years are finally over.
My fortune changed when my employer informed me that one of his suppliers, a trader in the commerce of cloths and fabrics, was looking for a housemaid, and that my employer had recommended me to him.
I was apprehensive about this change, and I enquired whether this trader was a devout man, if he could teach me to be a better Christian, and if he would be averse to disciplining me, if he found me lacking.
My employer, whom I had learn to regard as a sinful and corrupt man, laughed at these demands.
'You are a meek and obedient girl. You have never given me reasons to be displeased with your work,' he said.
These words furthered my agitation, and I cried many tears in the knowledge that my employer was not interested in making me better, but he simply accepted my imperfect nature.
In fact, not once had he caned me!
A day later, this trader came to the shop and asked me about my education, what knowledge of domestic work I had (to which I told him I cleaned the latrines of the institution every day for eighteen years; I cooked for three hundred children; I mended the linens and the clothes; I mopped three floors all on my own, and that I was also eager to learn more trades, if that was to the glory of Jesus Christ and the perfection of my soul).
So, a day later, I collected my last pay, put my clothes in a little bundle, and followed my new employer to his household.
You may have divined that this man was your own father.
I was presented to his wife, your dear mother. She promised to take special care over my actions, review my work, and ensure I would not lay idle, which filled me with great joy.
On the first day, she asked me to mend a great number of linens. I worked swiftly, but I was not able to finish the work allocated to me by nighttime.
When your mother came to inspect my work, she complemented my needlework. I was anxious about the pile of sheets and gowns I hadn't completed, and your mother didn't fail to notice this infraction.
'I'm disappointed, Margot. This didn't seem too large a number of items to go through.'
I told her I had skipped my supper to mend as many as I could, but I had to confess I couldn't complete the task assigned to me. I told her I was prepared for whatever punishment she would like to impart.
Her ladyship told me she believed that corporal punishment fortified the spirit and taught better than any word could. She demanded I dropped my skirt and prepared myself for my punishment.
I obeyed. As instructed, I sat on a chair and spread my legs.
My mistress took a brush and spanked me between my thighs. The bristles of the brush punctured and scratched my delicate skin. I was not accustomed to this method of punishment, and I humbly cried.
Her ladyship took pity of me. When she believed she had punished me enough, she began to rub a special ointment on my vulva, which was now tender and very sensitive.
She attended to my bruises and told me she had to teach me and improve me, but she also said she was keen on consoling me after my punishment.
I thanked her for this lesson, and I thanked her even more for the special care she applied.
As she massaged me so intimately, I felt a great warmth spread from my abdomen, and I presently felt much pleasure spreading through my limbs. I began to cry out from this great pleasure, and I begged my mistress to excuse me for I could not control myself.
She kept on rubbing until my pleasure was too great, and I felt a great explosion within me.
I thanked my mistress for this treatment, which made the necessary punishment bearable.
The next day, my mistress asked me to polish the silver. This, once again, I couldn't complete to her satisfaction: some stains were not removed; some items appeared scuffed; and a great number of items could not be attended to within the allotted time.
Her ladyship was now very cross with me.
I dropped my skirt, revealing my pussy, which was still tender from the day before.
But my mistress was not satisfied with this. She said that I was already used and prepared for that punishment. Also, yesterday's lesson had not been sufficient. She therefore ordered me to fully disrobe.
I found myself naked before this great lady. I was embarrassed for having failed her one more and scared of what treatment I might receive.
She produced laces that she tightly tied around my nipples. I felt a great urge to protest that this was very painful, but I knew this lesson to be good for me.
She then tied a new ribbon around that most sensitive part, the clitoris. This organ began to engorge from this restriction.
My mistress then used pegs, like the ones used to hang wet sheets to dry, to constrict the labia of my genitals.
How I cried, my lady Eloise! I was so exposed, with my shameful parts spread opened and under such new and great pain.
I begged my mistress for forgiveness:
'This is very painful. My poor little pussy is all on fire.'
'I cannot let these infractions pass. I don't enjoy administering this treatment on a young woman, but your slovenliness forced me to.'
I told her I understood, and I submitted to her will.
To better tolerate this treatment, my mistress caressed my intimate parts. This caused me great confusion because I could feel great pain while a great pleasure was also taking over those most tender parts.
I began to cry and moan. The more I moaned, the harder my mistress caressed me. Now and then, she pulled on the ribbons and the pegs, which renewed my distress.
I believed that I had never felt such raptures before: the pain was great, but I felt pleasure in equal measures. I took this to be a sign that my spirit could bear even more punishment, which I promptly requested her ladyship to administer:
'Hit me harder, my mistress! I have been bad, and I want my punishment…'
She slapped my breasts, and I moaned: 'Thank you!' She tugged at my engorged clitoris, and I cried: 'Oh, what heat you're causing within me! I can't bear it any more.'
Then, one by one, in a charitable manner, her ladyship untied the knots and removed the pegs. Now, she was licking my intimate parts, which were tender and very sensitive.
Unable to resist any longer, I finally reached a great orgasm, squirting in the manner you saw me do before, and crying out with great joy:
'Oh, mistress! You have been so good to me…'
My mistress told me she was surprised by this gush of liquid, and that she had never seen a woman produce this before.
I explained that this happened to me when my pleasure was too great.
She then attended to my wounds, rubbing ointment and kissing tenderly, which produced even more pleasure.
I felt I had finally found a perfect situation for my desire to improve myself, and I was thankful to my mistress, your mother, for taking such a special interest in my case. I was also thankful for the thorough punishment, which was matched and made more bearable by the great pleasure she could produce with her mouth and her fingers.
Your mother has never ceased to take an interest in me, and I have been appropriately punished for my mistakes many more times. Every time, I have been able to bear the smarting of the instruments by the great orgasms that would follow them.
At the same time, I am proud to say that someone else in the house showed a great interest in my improvement: your illustrious father.
Of this, I will soon tell you.