Tree would be happy to help get them ready...
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Tree would be happy to help get them ready...
Tree
cxslave
Chain Slave
love that pic Tree! I'm sure it cuts down on squirming during hard thrashing...
I'm sure she will...And Lady Barbara would be happy to help Tree do that
And Wragg would like to follow the advice of the Master!
love that pic Tree! I'm sure it cuts down on squirming during hard thrashing...
For reasons made clear by Blaire!
It's ever better when the hounds of Lord Wragg's are unleashed...
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cxslave
Chain Slave
oh my....
they've had their shots... I think...oh my....
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...what, Ulrika? 'That's more than Tree can claim'? She is a bitch...
Savannah
Onlooker
Just caught up, I love the way you write Wragg 
That's not going to make me many friends among the other staff
although I might be feeling a bit jealous ...
Betrayed by another maid! Unbelievable! Roxie and I do our best to be discreet but it's hard to be quiet when we are so in love!And I thought the last thrashing from the DP was bad, little did I know it was just a warm-up....
That's not going to make me many friends among the other staff
although I might be feeling a bit jealous ...
RacingRodent
Consul
"Lesbians!" Said the Earl dropping his spoon in the soup, "Are you sure? They never seemed to have any problems when I..." He looked around, "When I erm..."
"When you went up to their rooms and buggered them stupid?" Asked the Dowager Countess.
"Mother!" Exclaimed Lord Rattington sounding shocked.
"I don't know, we went to all that effort finding you a well born wife that would not object to your buggering her when ever you wanted a tighter hole but still you like to dip it in the help," Said the old lady with acid in her tones and flint in her gaze.
"Oh I don't mind a bit of Jolly Rodger, he always seems so feisty when he comes back from a roll in the hay with one or more of the common girls," Said Lady Rattington with a smirk, not in the least abashed and clearly enjoying how much that put out her Mother in Law.
"You're supposed to be on my side," Said Robert, looking pained.
"Oh I much prefer being underneath you," Eulalia grinned as his Lordship's complexion went to a scarlet shade.
"Well the main thing is that we can all enjoying watching a good how you say, whipping in, in the morning?" Interposed Ambassador Cruz ever the diplomat.
"Ah yes, the flogging a very fine and English tradition," Robert Sciuridan started pontificating.
"Scot's still do it best," Muttered Lady Eulalia under her breath and then beamed in bright interest when her husband glanced inquiringly at her.
"When you went up to their rooms and buggered them stupid?" Asked the Dowager Countess.
"Mother!" Exclaimed Lord Rattington sounding shocked.
"I don't know, we went to all that effort finding you a well born wife that would not object to your buggering her when ever you wanted a tighter hole but still you like to dip it in the help," Said the old lady with acid in her tones and flint in her gaze.
"Oh I don't mind a bit of Jolly Rodger, he always seems so feisty when he comes back from a roll in the hay with one or more of the common girls," Said Lady Rattington with a smirk, not in the least abashed and clearly enjoying how much that put out her Mother in Law.
"You're supposed to be on my side," Said Robert, looking pained.
"Oh I much prefer being underneath you," Eulalia grinned as his Lordship's complexion went to a scarlet shade.
"Well the main thing is that we can all enjoying watching a good how you say, whipping in, in the morning?" Interposed Ambassador Cruz ever the diplomat.
"Ah yes, the flogging a very fine and English tradition," Robert Sciuridan started pontificating.
"Scot's still do it best," Muttered Lady Eulalia under her breath and then beamed in bright interest when her husband glanced inquiringly at her.
Oh, how flinty old Maggie Smith would enjoy delivering those lines....wonderful stuff, Wragg. Downton is proving to be a gold mine capable of providing enough fodder to keep this thoroughbred of a thread going for a long time to come.
cxslave
Chain Slave
I LOL so hard at this! But none of this is looks good for Blaire and Roxie!
With all these important guest to impress, this could be the maid thrashing of the year!
Does the queen give an award for that? And a Scottish thrashing?? Do maids ever survive one???
cxslave
Chain Slave
As I feared....laldie is the technical term, laldie wi the tawse
an we're born and bred tae it...
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Blaire might consider herself lucky to be sitting down by Christmas...
Kind of you to say so, Barb, but that chunk of solid gold comes from the magic pen of Racing Rodent!!
Kind of you to say so, Barb, but that chunk of solid gold comes from the magic pen of Racing Rodent!!
OMG....I hadn't noticed
....sorry RR.....kudos to you ... you wascily squirrel you!
RacingRodent
Consul
OMG....I hadn't noticed
Well since I was channelling Wragg I took it as a tribute to my success
Barbara stood up to follow her mother, then she thought ‘No! This is not right!’
“Just a minute, Mother,” she said, and turned back to Mrs Evans. “Did you say Blaire? The kitchenmaid?”
“Yes, milady.”
“Wasn’t it her that burned the pudding yesterday?”
“Yes, milady, she’s a useless waste of…..”
Barbara interrupted her. “But you gave her a damn good thrashing last night for that, didn’t you?”
“I did, milady! Red raw she was!” She was proud of her achievement.
“So how,” asked Barbara, with an edge to her voice, “could she have been ‘grunting and groaning like a bitch in heat’ after treatment like that? Howling with pain, more like!”
Mrs Evans looked uncomfortable. “I…..I don’t know, milady” she admitted, miserably.
“Might it be that this girl Savannah fancies a job in the kitchen or even as a parlourmaid, and she thinks she’s hit on a good opportunity?”
“I hadn’t thought of that, do you think she was lying?”
“I think you need to find the facts, and I mean properly, before you go bothering my mother and myself with tittle-tattle from the servants! Frankly, Mrs Evans, I am disappointed, I thought you ran a well-disciplined but fair house. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my mother and I have guests to attend to!”
She swept out, leaving Mrs Evans trembling with humiliated fury.
“Just a minute, Mother,” she said, and turned back to Mrs Evans. “Did you say Blaire? The kitchenmaid?”
“Yes, milady.”
“Wasn’t it her that burned the pudding yesterday?”
“Yes, milady, she’s a useless waste of…..”
Barbara interrupted her. “But you gave her a damn good thrashing last night for that, didn’t you?”
“I did, milady! Red raw she was!” She was proud of her achievement.
“So how,” asked Barbara, with an edge to her voice, “could she have been ‘grunting and groaning like a bitch in heat’ after treatment like that? Howling with pain, more like!”
Mrs Evans looked uncomfortable. “I…..I don’t know, milady” she admitted, miserably.
“Might it be that this girl Savannah fancies a job in the kitchen or even as a parlourmaid, and she thinks she’s hit on a good opportunity?”
“I hadn’t thought of that, do you think she was lying?”
“I think you need to find the facts, and I mean properly, before you go bothering my mother and myself with tittle-tattle from the servants! Frankly, Mrs Evans, I am disappointed, I thought you ran a well-disciplined but fair house. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my mother and I have guests to attend to!”
She swept out, leaving Mrs Evans trembling with humiliated fury.
“What were you two doing last night in your bedroom?” Mrs Evan’s voice cut through the air like a whip. She was still livid after her put down from Barbara. Blaire and Roxie were stood before her in her office.
Roxie was having none of it, though. “A right state, poor Blaire was in, Mrs Evans! Whatever did you do to her? Just for burning a pudding!”
“I decide upon justice round here, Roxanne, not you! Be very careful how you speak to me! You were heard! Sounds of passion in the small hours! Explain yourselves!”
Roxie looked blank. “Don’t know what you mean, Ma’am. Blaire was crying half the night, thanks to you, and I tried my best to make her feel better, and, yes, she was making a noise. But, with great respect, Mrs Evans, I’d hardly think she was up to much ‘passion’ after you’d finished with her!”
She saw that same flicker of doubt cross Mrs Evan’s face that Barbara had. She thought back to the limited amount of ‘passion’ that she’d ‘enjoyed’ with the Rev. Evans. There was no way she could have managed that with a thrashed backside like she’d given Blaire.
“Oh……get out of my sight!” she shouted, defeated. But, by God, she was going to have her pound of flesh for her humiliation in front of Lady Barbara and Countess Eulalia!
“And tell Savannah that I want to see her. NOW!”
Roxie was having none of it, though. “A right state, poor Blaire was in, Mrs Evans! Whatever did you do to her? Just for burning a pudding!”
“I decide upon justice round here, Roxanne, not you! Be very careful how you speak to me! You were heard! Sounds of passion in the small hours! Explain yourselves!”
Roxie looked blank. “Don’t know what you mean, Ma’am. Blaire was crying half the night, thanks to you, and I tried my best to make her feel better, and, yes, she was making a noise. But, with great respect, Mrs Evans, I’d hardly think she was up to much ‘passion’ after you’d finished with her!”
She saw that same flicker of doubt cross Mrs Evan’s face that Barbara had. She thought back to the limited amount of ‘passion’ that she’d ‘enjoyed’ with the Rev. Evans. There was no way she could have managed that with a thrashed backside like she’d given Blaire.
“Oh……get out of my sight!” she shouted, defeated. But, by God, she was going to have her pound of flesh for her humiliation in front of Lady Barbara and Countess Eulalia!
“And tell Savannah that I want to see her. NOW!”
Between Barbaria here and Messa in '1942' I can't decide which one needs more practice learning when not to speak...
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