by Leo Barton
Sonia's eyes dilated in her fear. Willingham had only whipped her once before and it had been so excruciatingly painful. There were limits even for Sonia, and although she didn't mind occasionally been stroked with the strap if the punishment was not too severe, or even a cane, the whip was just too painful to think about. She looked to Hyde-Lee for protection, but he averted his eyes. She knew Willingham was by far the stronger of the two brothers and that he was the one who made all the important decisions in the house. Hyde-Lee could not really go against him.
How Sonia wished it was Hyde-Lee who was going to punish her. She even enjoyed it sometimes when he would take her over his knee, pull up her black maid's uniform, pull down her panties, and smack her across her bare bottom. It made her bottom sting but she couldn't really say he hurt her that much, but Lord Willingham, she knew, would really hurt her.
'Don't hesitate, girl, just go and do it!'
Sonia went out to fetch the whip, which was located in Willingham's private room.
'We'll get to the bottom of this. I knew you should never have let that girl come here, that she would be nothing but trouble.' Willingham was still in a rage.
'But Lance, you know that I didn't really have much of an option. If I hadn't have had to go into hospital she would have been and gone by now.'
'And this is better? We don't know where she is. She's got your diary and enough information about us and our friends to bring down a government, to bring down several in fact, and to ruin all of us completely.'
'But Lance...'
'For such a clever writer, James, really sometimes you are such a stupid man.'
Hyde-Lee cast his eye down at the admonishment of his brother.
Sonia returned with the whip, holding it away from her body, detesting having it anywhere near her.
'Kneel on the chair, you stupid girl,' Willingham commanded, the power of his voice making Sonia tremble. She hated this position the most, because with her bottom plumped so high up when the lash descended on her it would jar her hips against the back of the dining chair.
'I am so angry with you, Sonia. You are a disgrace...' Willingham said as he pulled up the maid's uniform and rested it in the hollow of her back before roughly tugging down her black panties, exposing the firm cheeks of her bottom. He yanked them down with one angry tug, pulling them over her knees before throwing them across the room.
She was already sobbing.
'I know what you've been doing you disgusting little bitch. You've been playing with that girl, haven't you?'
'No, master!' Sonia said through her sobbing. She was always expected to call him master when he punished her.
'You're lying. I'm not stupid, you're lying!' He stood back a couple of paces and brought the whip down firmly on her bottom, the sound of the lash reverberating around the room. Her bottom wriggled with the terrific force of the blow. The stinging pain was unbearable and lasted long after Willingham had withdrawn the whip from her.
'Well, tell me!'
She had promised she wouldn't, but she knew she couldn't fool Willingham for long. That last night it had all happened so naturally. She had taken Lillian in her arms and they kissed, just like sisters. But then the kissing had grown more passionate, and before either of them had really realized what was happening, they had both spontaneously taken off their panties and Sonia had spread Lillian's legs wide and licked her sex. It had all been so gentle and kind. Lillian had reciprocated so sweetly. She had told Sonia that she hadn't had much sex with other women, but the way she lapped at her and then furled her tongue around the hard knot of her clitoris made her doubt her.
Afterwards they had lain together and Lillian told her of her plans to visit Anna Bertini and somehow inveigled her telephone number from Sonia. Sonia had promised not to tell the others where she had gone.
That had been such a sweet, such an intimate experience, and completely the opposite of the hard violence that Lance Willingham was now inflicting on her.
Another lash! She let out a piercing scream.
'Stop your noise and tell me. Did you sleep with that girl?'
Still Sonia did not say anything.
'The insolence.' Another firm lash. 'I have all day. You will tell me!'
The back of the dining chair was digging hard into her hips, her bottom seemed ablaze with such ruthless correction.
'Did you sleep with the English girl?' Willingham lashed her again.
'Oh! yes...' she murmured through her sobs.
'So you know where she has gone?' He lashed her again.
Sonia was biting her lip. She really didn't want to betray Lillian. If they were being this violent with her, what would they do to Lillian? There had been stories...
'Oh!' Her consciousness was brought back into sharp focus by another lash of the whip.
'Where has she gone?' Willingham's stentorian tone sent a shiver through her. She knew it was no good, but how could she betray Lillian?
Willingham moved closer to her. With one hand he stretched her swollen buttocks, and with the other he raised the whip to shoulder level. He brought the whip down between her legs so that its tapered end caught Sonia between the legs. It made her labial lips tingle. He hadn't hit her hard. Sonia knew what he was doing, knew that it was a warning that if she didn't tell him he would hit her twice as hard.
'Where has she gone?' Willingham repeated.
'Rome... she's gone to Rome...'
Willingham lashed her again, a little harder, catching the little button of her anus. Sonia yelped. She didn't understand that if she was telling him what he wanted to know why he was still hitting her so hard.
'Why has she gone to Rome?' He lashed again, catching her in exactly the same part.
'She's... oh! Gone to see Anna...'
'Anna who?
'Oh! Oh...! Bertini!'
'Has she indeed?'
'Oh...! Yes!'
Willingham threw the whip to the floor. 'Get up you stupid girl.'
Sonia slowly climbed off the chair. Huge tears rolled from her big oval brown eyes. She was sniffing and sobbing.
'I am very angry with you, Sonia, and I am going to punish you severely. I am not even sure after I punish you whether I can even allow you to stay in this house a moment longer. You know how important obedience is to your master.'
'Yes, sir.'
'And have you been obedient?'
'No, sir.'
'You have caused Mr Hyde-Lee and myself a lot of trouble.'
'Yes, sir.'
'So you know that you have to be punished.'
'Yes, sir.'
'I think the cellar for a while. Take all your clothes off and wait for me down there.'
Sonia shuddered at the mention of the cellar. Only one other time had she been locked down there and it had been the most frightening experience of her life. 'No please, sir, not the cellar!' she whined.
'It's either the cellar, or we terminate your contract now...'
'But the cellar!' She remembered the last time when she had been locked in the cellar. It had only been for an hour. She had been completely naked and chained to the wall. Her legs had been bound. She had been left like that, her naked body against the cold stone floor, and then the horrible noises of rats scurrying around. She could not see them but they came closer and closer and...'
'Yes, and you will stay there until we get this woman back. Do you understand?'
'Yes, sir,' she said, standing completely naked before them, tears streaming down her face.
'And stop that sniffling, it's unbearable.'
After Sonia had left for the cellar, Willingham hatched the plan. With his contacts with the Roman police it wouldn't be very hard to track Lillian down.
'James, you are going to leave everything to me from now on. I will sort this woman out one way or another.'
12: Lillian is Deceived
'But I was told you were dying!' Lillian was astonished to see the figure of a more robust Hyde-Lee than she had imagi
ned seeing. He stood by the window, gazing vacantly out on to the lawn, not looking at Lillian at all.
'Just a ploy, my dear, to get you back here,' Willingham replied.
'So you got me here on false pretences. He's not ill at all!' Her attention was turned on Lord Willingham. He was smiling at her, but there seemed something cruel and sinister about his smile.
'I think we are perfectly within our rights to lie to somebody who has stolen private property,' Willingham said calmly.
'What property?'
'The diaries you have taken. You don't deny it, do you?'
Lillian didn't say anything.
'I didn't know that common thieves masqueraded as biographers these days. You have got it in your possession, haven't you?'
'I don't know what you're talking about.'
'Oh yes you do, you English bitch.'
Lillian raised her eyebrows at the insult. 'How dare you?'
'Of course we dare. We are most definitely going to make you suffer for this terrible abuse of our hospitality.'
She cast her eyes over to Hyde-Lee for some kind of protection. He was gazing at his brother. She knew that he was part of this and he had no intention of trying to help her.
'Everton, search her bags.'
Lillian walked over to where she had deposited her bags on the floor and stood in front of them. 'You have no right...' she said. She was blushing furiously. She was aware that her hands were trembling and her heart was racing.
'We have every right.'
'I shall call the police.' The words sounded limp in her voice, for she had taken the book. Her intention had been to return it and place it where she had found it, but when Everton had told her that Hyde-Lee was dying she thought that if she kept it nobody would be the wiser. That was why she had been so shocked to see a relatively healthy Hyde-Lee standing in the room before her. She realized then that she had been set-up.
'Oh, the police. I don't think you will, will you Lillian?'
'Yes, right at this moment.' She strode over to where her bags were with the intention of picking them up and walking straight out of the house, but both Everton and Willingham stood between her and the luggage.
'You are a very tiresome girl and it is about time I gave you a lesson. He grabbed her roughly by the wrist and pulled her to the same dining room chair where he had already whipped Sonia. He pulled her roughly over him. Lillian could not stop him; the force of his pull was too great. Her feet stumbled over each other as she tried to maintain balance.
Lillian was amazed at what was happening to her. How Willingham had dragged her over him, spreading her across her lap, one of his powerful hands holding down her head, the other placed over her thighs to try and prevent her legs from wriggling free. Her hands flayed out behind her to try and push Willingham so that she could release herself. Lillian was screaming at him, 'Get off me... get off me!'
'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.'
13: Everton Gives Lillian a Lesson
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.