'Everton, help me for goodness sake, the cord and a gag.'
Soon Lillian found a handkerchief placed in her mouth and then tape attached so that she could scream no more. Her flaying arms were held firmly by Everton while he bound them high up her back. Her kicking legs were bound at the ankles.
'There, you see, that has done it. If you fight against it then it will be all the worse for you. You can see that, can't you?'
Lillian was crying now, crying at the indignities that were being done to her. The other night with the Italian boys she felt that she had chosen what had happened to her. She had enjoyed the experience of drifting on such waves of passivity, of letting them do to her exactly what they wanted to do, but not this, not with the gross and indomitable Willingham.
As salty tears began to fall to the floor below, Willingham pulled her simple white cotton skirt until it was at waist height.
'The bags can wait, Everton. I'm going to enjoy this. It's what I've been wanting to do since the first time I laid eyes on her. I knew then that what she needed was a good spanking.'
Willingham pulled her panties by the gusset so that they twisted into her. Then he tugged at them so that she felt them digging into her sex.
'Let's have these off, shall we?'
He pulled her panties over the alabaster cheeks of her bottom. Lillian was powerless to do anything about it. It was such a horrible sensation to feel her panties being tugged down like that by somebody as repulsive as Willingham. When they were loosely gathered at her legs just above her knee, he kneaded and then squeezed her cheeks apart and gazed at her tiny bumhole.
'Oh dear, what a pleasure this gives to an old man, to gaze at your lovely bottom like this.' He ran his finger between her bum cleft. 'Oh, this is going to get plenty of attention while you are visiting us, my dear.' He chuckled cruelly at the poor, defenceless woman.
Lillian could feel his coarse hands touching her in her most secret recess. It was terrible to be exposed like this, to be bound and not be able to do anything about it.
'Irresistible,' Willingham said as he spanked her with his hand.
It hurt Lillian much more than she thought it was going to.
'Don't wriggle like that. It just makes me all the more excited.' He spanked her again, his hand rigid on her, then he pinched her hard. Another spank and then another.
'While...'
'Oh!' she muffled through her gag, making more of a humming sound.
'You are...'
'Oh!'
'A...'
'Oh!'
'Guest...'
'Oh!'
'In my house...'
'Oh!'
'You...'
'Oh!'
'Will do...'
'Oh!'
'Everything...'
'Oh!'
'I...'
'Oh!'
'Say...!'
'Oh! Oh!
Oh!!!
'
Her bottom was glowing ruby by this stage, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Willingham smacked her again. He smoothed his hand along the reddened flesh of her bottom then nipped her painfully where he had already smacked her.
'Everton, find that book!'
It wasn't difficult for Everton to locate it, lying as it was on the top of her things.
'You lying little bitch. We have ways of dealing with you.' He had sneaked his hand inside her blouse and now tugged firmly on her nipples.
The pain shot through Lillian's chest. It was absolutely surreal. Nothing had ever happened to her like this before. Willingham brought his hand down once again on her buttocks with a firm hard clap.
She was aware that the other men in the room, Hyde-Lee and Everton, were standing over her, presumably enjoying the spectacle of seeing her, a grown woman, being taken over the knee like a naughty child. She looked up at Hyde-Lee imploringly, but his eyes were concentrated on the ruby red of her bottom.
'Everton, take her upstairs. We will deal with her later.'
She opened her eyes but she could see nothing. There was some covering over her, a dark material, maybe cotton that completely prohibited sight. Then she realized that she was breathing through her nose; her mouth had been gagged. Instinctively she tried to remove the obstruction, but she couldn't. Her hands were tethered by something cold and metallic. In trepidation she realized that her legs were too. She tried to pull them up but the metal dug into the flesh of her ankles.
Then she remembered where she was, how Everton had dragged her to the room, got her to strip off her clothes, and fastened her to the bed.
She had tried to fight against him, but it was futile. He'd pushed her hard onto the bed, and every time she had tried to charge at him he pushed her back down onto the bed.
'Now, miss, if you struggle it will only make matters worse.'
'Let me out, let me out!' she screamed at him.
'If you continue to fight, miss, I am going to have to spank you again.' His voice had been, as always, implacably calm.
'How dare you treat me like this?'
'If you are not quiet I really am going to have to spank you, miss.'
She did not speak but tried to pass him again at the door.
'Really, miss, you are only making matters worse,' Everton said as he clasped her by the waist and forced her back down on the bed. Then he began to remove his belt. 'I can assure you, miss, that this will hurt much more than Lord Willingham's hand.'
As soon as the belt was removed he coiled it around his hand. Lillian didn't care, so furiously indignant was she at her treatment. She rushed at him again only to end up on the bed. Everton rested her against his lap and with one strong hand pushing her back flat against the bed with the other he had proceeded to remove the panties that Willingham had allowed her to pull back up after her spanking.
He brought the belt down with a hard thwack. The pain coursed through Lillian's skin.
'Ow!' she shrieked.
'Now miss, really you are going to have to learn to be obedient.'
Lillian managed to place one hand behind her exposed bottom, but Everton lashed the flat of her palm so that she jolted her hand away, and then he brought the belt back down onto her bottom again. This hurt Lillian even more.
'Miss, are you going to obey me?'
'Never!' she mumbled through the mattress.
Everton lashed her again, the belt catching her again on the meat of her buttocks.
'I have all day, miss. I am not in a hurry,' Everton said, using the same expression that Willingham had used when he spanked her.
'Ow!'
'I mean, miss, you are letting me enjoy myself.'
Lillian was sure he was telling the truth. She could feel his hardening cock pressing against her midriff.
Another belt!
'Ow!'
Lillian was now feeling weak with the pain. Weak and totally humiliated. Her rage was given way to sobs of tears. Everton held her still, gently smoothing his hand over the rubicund skin of her bottom.
'Now miss, I am going to stop now, but if you don't do exactly what I say then I will have no option but to continue your beating. Do you understand?'
Lillian didn't say anything. Her head buried into the mattress, her eyes reddening with tears.
Everton brought the belt down again.
'Ow!'
'Do you understand what I am saying, miss?'
'Yes,' Lillian conceded knowing that at that precise moment she had no alternative but to follow the muscular Everton's instructions.
Again he brought the belt down over her flushed skin. 'Oh, and another thing, miss. We have to start as we mean to go on. From now on, you call me "sir".'
'What?' Lillian couldn't believe it. Why on earth should she have to call this stupid servant sir?
He lashed her again, much harder than he had done before, the belt catching her on the top of her thighs.
'Sir, do you understand?'
'Yes... sir!' It was involuntary. The pain seared her skin. She would call him 'sir' because there was no alternative, because she did not want him to hit her again.
'A little louder, miss.'
'Ow!' This time the belt landed on her buckle-end overlaying the weals that she imagined Everton had already placed on her.
'Please, miss.'
'Yes, sir.'
'Now I am going to let you get up. If you try to escape I shall beat you again, only this time I will beat you much harder. Now you aren't going to try to escape, are you?'
Lillian felt the belt being raised again. 'No, no... sir.'
Everton rolled her body over on the mattress, and went and stood by the door. Lillian automatically pulled up her panties and then curled her body up into a foetus position, her knees pressing against her chest.
'Now we have to get you ready for Lord Willingham.'
Lillian was barely listening to the brutal man.
'Stand up and take off your clothes, miss.'
Lillian did not move.
'If you do not do precisely what I say then it's going to be the belt again.'
Lillian's body felt so terribly weary, so heavy. She knew, though, that she had to do exactly what she was told. She pulled the cotton top over her head revealing her white lace bra. Everton's eyes peered at her. She unhooked her bra and her breasts were naked before him. She removed her court shoes and then the light-coloured stockings and finally again pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She was completely naked before him.
'What is... Lord Willingham... going to do to me?' she asked, her voice shaky and moist.
'You are not allowed to ask questions, miss, never. And you forgot to call me "sir".'
Lillian's eyes fell to the floor.
Everton walked up to her, so close she could smell his aftershave. He turned her around, slid his fingers down to the small of her back, and then turned her back around. He gently cupped her breasts in his hands. Lillian's eyes remained downward. Naked, she felt so terribly vulnerable next to this powerful and fully dressed man.
'I think you will please Lord Willingham very much.'
She could not think of future ordeals, her present one was bad enough.
'Now touch your toes.'
It was as if Lillian's mind was unable to process the request.
'Touch your toes or else it's the belt, miss!'
'You're being ridiculous, this whole situation is ridiculous!' Lillian was falling into a wild frenzy, screaming furiously at Everton, indignant at what had happened to her, indignant that Everton, with the fear of the belt, had already made her remove her clothes.
Everton in a cold fury himself pushed Lillian back onto the bed and lashed out at her with his belt, catching her first over her middle and then across her breasts. Effortlessly he lifted her legs high and lashed her over her already smarting bottom.
'Ow! Ow! Ow!' Lillian screamed with each stroke of the belt.
Everton let her be for a moment. 'Now are you going to do what I say or not?' and then for good measure he lashed her again.
Lillian lay whining and sobbing on the bed.
Everton repeated his question.
Slowly Lillian got to her feet.
'Now touch your toes!'
This time Lillian obeyed. She stretched the tips of her fingers down to her feet.
God, what was he doing? Everton was behind her, crouching down, inspecting her between the legs, looking at her most intimate place. She felt his fingertips gliding along her sex and then along the cleft of her bottom.
She began to get up.
'No, stay there until I tell you.'
Everton sat on the chair next to the door and looked at the bent over naked woman in front of him. She certainly made a very alluring sight to him, the full red bottom thrust out, her legs slightly splayed, the fringe of her wispy pubic hair below. He suspected Willingham would want to get rid of that before too long.
'Now stand up straight!'
Lillian was relieved not to have to touch her toes any more. It was so terribly embarrassing and the blood had also rushed to her head.
'Now hands behind your back.' Lillian couldn't help it. She began to sob again, her chest heaving in her misery. More so when she heard Everton fasten her hands into cuffs. She was completely helpless now.
'Don't move until I tell you.'
She stood sobbing, her whole body shaking. Her distress seemed to arouse Everton even more. He went back to the chair and watched her.
'Now face me and get down on your knees!'
Lillian complied. It was another pose that excited Everton, Lillian kneeling before him, her full breasts heaving, the slim waist, her beautiful face contorted in pain and humiliation, the splay of her wispy pubic hair.
He unzipped himself, then pulled down his slacks and pants together. His cock seemed enormous to Lillian.
'Now, miss, we are going to have some fun, call it a starter if you like before the main course.'
Lillian gazed at Everton and momentarily thought about rushing for the door, but how futile it was! She was completely naked, she was handcuffed, and even if she did manage to get passed the formidable Everton, she doubted that Willingham wouldn't be waiting for her somewhere.
'Now come here.'
She could see that Everton had stroked himself to erection. She guessed what was expected of her. She went to stand up.
'On your knees, miss, on your knees.'
It was terrible. He was doing this only to make her feel as totally humiliated as he could. It was tantamount to her submission to him.
She did it slowly, gliding one knee along the parquet floor then shuffling towards him. He opened his legs enough to let her position herself between them. Her eyes were still downcast. He rubbed his slicked helmet across her cheeks, and then pulled her hard by the hair.
'And no tricks, miss, you would regret it. You had better be good at this, miss, or else there will be trouble, serious trouble.' He was still holding on to her hair, Lillian's face twisting in the pain she felt, but she did not make a noise.
'Now lick me.'
She placed the tip of her tongue on Everton's bulbous helmet, barely touching it, disgusted at the idea.
'A little more enthusiasm please,' Everton said, tugging on her hair.