Ambrose Girls - The Green Bedroom
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				Title: <strong>Ambrose Girls - The Green Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 18:35:23</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - The Green Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:43:51</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">The Green Bedroom</span></strong><br>The room of Miss Violet Edwards, Etiquette Tutor. Often used for the training of the Ambrose Girls.<br><br>(http://i56.tinypic.com/j15bud.jpg)<br><br>(http://i54.tinypic.com/2yo5mvr.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - The Green Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 13:44:35</strong>
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				<em>Annalise with Miss Edwards.</em><br><br>Annalisa nodded in response to the woman's questioning, warily eying the item the older woman held in her hands. She was no stranger to it, that was for certain, but she wasn't eager to have a reunion with it so soon. She didn't forget the stinging sensation of it on her sensitive, tanned skin and wasn't looking for anyway to relive that.<br><br>"Y-y-yes Miss Edwards," she said to the woman respectfully, making sure her posture and poise was perfect. Her manners of speech was even worse, since the fear of the crop and the weariness of her body was getting the better of her. "Mr Hawkins was h-h-having a c-conversation with him and wh-while we c-c-conversed, I kept using slang a-and street w-words."<br><br>She bowed her head and curtsied again, her heart pounding hard in her and her breathe light and airy. If she was going to get it, she might as well steel herself for the worst. "I a-apologize profu-fusley for my in-incons-consideration. Please forgive me Miss Edwards, I'll try to do my best."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - The Green Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 03:33:46</strong>
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				<em>Miss Violet Edwards &amp; Annalisa</em><br><br>Miss Edwards grimaced at Annalisa's confused performance. She lashed out with the crop, smacking the girl's hand painfully. "Annalisa, I do not need your apology. I need your obedience to the simple rules that have been laid out for your conduct." She let her anger and frustration show in her eyes. "You are a servant. Conveying information clearly and accurately is one of your most important duties."<br><br>She stood and walked around the girl as she continued, "If you are sent to someone for a specific purpose, make your greetings as appropriate... and then, for heaven's sake, tell them why you have come. I do not care what mood Mr. Hawkins may be in, what is important is that he sent you to me for the sake of your language, and you should have repeated his request to me exactly." She gave the girl a single hard smack on the bum, which as it was delivered through her clothing was only painful enough to convey the teacher's displeasure.<br><br>Circling like a shark, Miss Edwards stood in front of her desk, facing her charge again. "Anyway, dear, an apology to me is not necessary, as I am your teacher. I am not offended, I am concerned for you. If anything you are to be pitied for the circumstances of your upbringing which have crippled your vocabulary."<br><br>She looked up at Annalisa, letting her concern show on her face. "Servant girls who cannot speak properly have been known to be rendered mute. You wouldn't want to lose your tongue, now would you?" She went on briskly, her voice more cheerful, "But I am sure that with practice, repetition, and most of all hard work, your language will improve to the point where you can be trusted to speak with gentle people without embarrassing our House."<br><br>She tapped the crop against the fingers of her other hand, a gesture she had found effectively caught the attention of any pupil. "We are going to have a conversation. For the purpose of this exercise, speak to me as though you are a lady and we are social equals, perhaps friends. ...I understand if this is an unfamiliar role for you, but I will be judging you primarily by your speech and not your acting ability."<br><br>Miss Edwards looked at her pupil's face to make sure she understood as she said, "I want you to take your time, speak slowly if you must, but be deliberate in your words. The first time you stutter upon a word you will have to remove your dress so I can administer punishment with the crop. I will discipline you each time you do not pronounce a word clearly and without stuttering." She frowned darkly. "Needless to say, if you use a term that cannot be found in the dictionary, your punishment will be more severe."<br><br>"...Now, let us begin," she said, sounding more light-hearted. She did so love teaching. "Annalisa, my dear friend, it is so lovely to see you again. How have you been this past year?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - The Green Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 12:05:26</strong>
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				<em>Miss Violet Edwards &amp; Annalisa</em><br><br>Annalisa bit back a pain filled hiss when the snaps of the black leather crop fell against her clothed skin. She was grateful that she didn’t attempt to his any lower. Her skin, though tough from her upbringing, felt the sharp stings and But it was for the best, she reminded herself as she tried her best to ignore her pain. This was necessary for her education and to be a good servant. <br><br>Miss Edwards was a good teacher at least. She had heard most teachers would be whipping her for her mistake right now but the older woman was kind and considerate. It was no surprise to anyone that anyone under Miss Edwards became the perfect examples of slaves. She wanted to be a good slave and find a good home to live or be considered to be stayed here with the Ambrose family.<br><br>She also certainly wanted to keep her tongue. Annalisa had heard of the horror stories of how the slaves with bad speech or words were muted. Her tongue instinctively curled when she thought of that as she shook her head in response to Miss Edwards’ words.<br><br>When she saw the crop being tapped, she eyed it warily but quickly looked back to see Miss Edwards and paid close attention to what the woman was saying. The woman paled behind her tanned skin, wondering how she could avoid stuttering while having a conversation with the older woman. It’ll be impossible in her opinion. Not that she’ll say that out loud. That would be very disrespectful.<br><br>“I have been doing well Miss Edwards,” she said, her voice slow but even, careful to enunciate her words and keep her stutter and street tongue – especially her street tongue –&nbsp; in check. "Thank you for asking me that. The past year has been a marvelous one for my manners and knowledge has been greatly improved. It is an honor to be with the Ambrose family house hold."<br><br>“My education with the tutor Mr Benedict has been going excellent," she continued. "The man, bless his heart, has been helping my learning and they are vastly improving. Mr Benedict, no matter what happened or how slow my progress was, stayed patient. He took his time to explain the more difficult subjects to me and listened to my words and understood them.&nbsp; He is a very smart, c-capable and h-honorable man.”<br><br>She had clearly stuttered on the words ‘capable’ and ‘honorable’ and it was very obvious to the two women in there. She blushed and bowed her head in embarrassment for her mistake. Without a word, she took off her dress and neatly folded it like she was taught to and laid on the ground. Did she continue to speak or have Miss Edwards punish her and then she continued? She berated herself for being such an idiot and hoped Miss Edwards gave out the punishment she deserved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - The Green Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 03:23:45</strong>
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				Miss Edwards held up a finger, saying, <em>Wait</em>. For some lessons she preferred her pupils to keep performing despite pain or other distractions. But Annalisa had been given a sufficient challenge already.<br><br>"Let's call it five strokes with the crop for each stammered word," Miss Edwards said briskly. "I may increase the number if I do not feel you are trying your hardest." She doubted that this would be a problem, as Annalisa had always taken their lessons very seriously. "Stand with your legs farther apart, please." She walked behind Annalisa without waiting for her to obey; if the girl did not do as she was told quickly enough, she would suffer more pain. Everything was a lesson.<br><br>Miss Edwards tapped the crop against the servant's left inner thigh, gently, to warn what was coming. Smack! The crop swung sideways, first on one thigh, then the other. The first eight blows came down firmly but not cruelly, preparing the girl's pale, tender skin for the two that would count. Miss Edwards paused a moment, then brought the crop down hard for the last two blows. The crop whistled through the air before landing on Annalisa's soft flesh with a sharp crack, once on each inner thigh, as hard as the leather crop could hit. Miss Edwards nodded to herself in satisfaction at seeing the flesh redden like a rose petal at her harsh treatment.<br><br>The teacher returned to her position by her desk. "Annalisa, your manners and knowledge <em>have</em> been greatly improved. Have, not has. You must remember your subject-verb agreement at all times." She lashed out with the crop, this time striking the servant on the left breast. "Similarly, your learning <em>is</em> vastly improving... I do not know where you got 'they are.'" Crack! The right breast got a matching blow. "Finally, your education with Mr. Benedict has not been going 'excellent.'" She allowed a touch of irritation to enter her voice. "It is an adverb, you silly girl. Excellent-<em>ly</em>." The crop whistled down again, once on each breast, across the buds of her nipples.<br><br>"We will now continue," Miss Edwards said, seating herself elegantly. She adopted the more casual tone suitable to their fictional conversation. "You have never told me much about your family, my dear. What do they do for work?" Miss Edwards added, "You may invent relations if you wish, but you must describe them well." She had raised the stakes on the girl; when talking about lower class people, would she be able to avoid lower class language? Miss Edwards was interested to see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - The Green Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 14:26:28</strong>
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				Without hesitation, Annalisa parted her legs when Miss Edwards ordered her to do so. This was all for her education, she told herself while she steeled herself for the smack that will come soon enough. It was for the best and Miss Edwards was the best tutor, if she felt like this must be done - so be it.<br><br>The smacks from the crop were painful as the beautiful but stern woman administers the strokes against her inner left thigh. The mantra that this was for the best kept her from making a sound as she silently counted the number of strokes. She vowed to herself that she will not make another stutter to the best of her abilities and, if she does, she will try even harder. She will not be a hopeless case and a waste of time for this woman. She’ll be one of the best this teacher will ever have, she promised herself.<br><br>Annalisa heard about her flaws in her subject-verb agreement and scolded herself mentally. She braced herself for the strokes that will come and they did come.<br><br>When the crop's blows landed on her breasts and nipples for her mistakes on the subject-verb agreements, it took her a majority of her willpower and strength to not cry out.&nbsp; They were sensitive before she became an Ambrose slave, but now under their household they managed to somehow make them even more sensitive. She did not know how, but they managed to do so and she could feel the effects of it now. <br><br>But instead of bursting into tears like many rookie slaves would have done, she – a person having gone through this for long time – stayed strong and kept her face in a peaceful expression. Crying would gain her nothing except more strokes from the crop. Manners and grace will be what the people in the auctions or guests and friends that will visit the how judge her on. She must be eloquent, polite and be able to take this.<br><br>When it was over, she listened to what Miss Edwards said and paled a bit. The temptation of street slang would be great and that was what the woman was banking on. Wetting her lips, she took a deep breathe to calm herself before she started to talk.<br><br>"I did not know my father," she replied, keeping her voice slow and deliberate to make sure she did not stutter so early in her words. “He died a few days before my mother gave birth to me. I do not know why, for neither my mother or brother would explain it to me, but my brother had always hinted to me that our father’s death was connected to something unsavoury like a robbery of some sorts.”<br><br>Annalisa shifted a bit on her feet, feeling awkward that she had to explain her family and past. It wasn’t like Miss Edwards knew, but having to explain it in great detail and speech? It was tiring, emotionally and mentally. She was missing her brother at the moment and was hoping to have a conversation with him after this when all of this was over.<br><br>“My mother worked as a prostitute,” she said, keeping her voice blunt and matter of fact on the information her mother was a whore. <br><br>To be honest, she never liked the woman and honestly hated her even now. There was no sentimentality regarding the woman who basically gave her life, so she didn’t need to worry about using street slang. She only used it when she felt happy or excited. “She was also an alcoholic and had a gambling addiction,” she said. “I did not know her well, for she was always out of the house in pursuit of something that was not my brother or I. If I have to say it, Louis was my brother, father and mother all rolled into one. He raised me whenever he was not studying or trying to bring in money, giving me the attention and love a little girl would need from her absent parents.”<br><br>She said, “I knew the existence of other relatives, but Louis would not let them go near us. He did not like them for reasons I still do not know to this day. He always fought with both tooth and nail whenever one of them came to our home – usually when mother was not around – and demanded of something. Those times are the only times I remember him being so violent and harsh. I never knew he could curse like that.”<br><br>Annalisa paused in her speech, taking a few breaths and waited for the approval or punishment of Miss Edwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - The Green Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 09:32:10</strong>
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				The girl showed commendable composure, thought Miss Edwards to herself, both during her punishment and when describing her deplorable relations.<br><br>"Your language choices were excellent," Miss Edwards said, with a faint smile of praise, gone as quickly as it had crossed her face. "However, dear, there are some things that you may wish to say more gently... particularly in company above your stature." She suppressed a frown at the brazen word 'prostitute', which the girl had at least used instead of something both common and vulgar, bless her. "Your mother... was <em>no better than she should have been.</em>" This was one of the most damning things Miss Edwards could say of a woman, and it was an effective euphemism for this occasion. "And as for your father, it is sufficient to say he died before your birth, my dear. Any possible scandal should be mentioned only by dire necessity."<br><br>She stood abruptly, pacing around her student. "Your vocabulary will improve over time. However, this exercise proved that you can, in fact, speak well if you are careful and paying attention." She gave Annalisa a smack on the right buttock with the flat of her palm, the crop tucked under her thumb to add some sting to the blow, effectively underlining her last word. "I don't want anything less than your best, do you understand? The next time you are overheard stammering or using incorrect words, I will see that you are whipped <em>thoroughly</em>. To treat this with any lesser seriousness would be an insult to you."<br><br>She paced back around to grab Annalisa's jaw, forcing the girl to stare her straight in the eye. "The offense after that, you will be gagged like an animal, with a horse bridle between your teeth. So be careful. If you are not sure of the polite words to say, say nothing at all." The bridle treatment could last anywhere from hours to days - even longer - depending on the teacher's mood at the time of punishment.<br><br>She released Annalisa as suddenly as she had grabbed her. "You are dismissed, and may thank me before you leave." She was tired. It was time to rest before she rose early, as she was accustomed to doing. She thought she had made some progress with her dear student, who really was one of the bright ones.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - The Green Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 16:58:21</strong>
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				Annalisa nodded in reply to what Miss Edwards said, though she quietly disagreed on what her mother was. She disliked her mother and said those admittedly crude and rude words for more personal reasons, but she had chosen to ahve kept them out of the conversation since it was too private, and very vulgar, to say in front of the woman. <br><br>At least she could take in the praise the kind and intelligent woman handed to her. Getting such words from her was a hard thing when you were her student. She demanded perfection from all her students in their exercise, rightfully so, and her saying such words was like a blue moon. Hard to come across and fleeting at best.<br><br>Because of that, she didn't flinch (or tried her best to not flinch) when Miss Edwards grabbed her jawline to make her look at her in the eye, knowing better to show discomfort and pain when her tutor in manners was simply trying to explain things. It was a simple thing and nothing to complain or bemoan about. <br><br>Annalisa did, however, look a bit worried when she was threatened with the horse bridle if she was caught speaking like that again. It wouldn't be the first time it happened to her, but it was an uncomfortable one (in her earlier experiences when she was being trained) none the less to be in one. She was forever grateful to the teacher that she had been simply warned and not have on put on her immediately.<br><br>"Yes Miss Edwards," she said, curtsying to the woman low as she allowed her body to. She was a bit worried that she would collapse from the exhaustion she felt, but proved herself wrong when her legs or arms did not buckle or say. "Thank you for letting me spend this time with you, Miss Edwards. Having a good evening and thank you again. It is an honor for you to take your time with me."<br><br>She then backed out of the room, curtsying a few more times before opening the door and exiting the room as she closed it.
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