Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room
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				Title: <strong>Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:41:26</strong>
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				For all activities in the Butler's room 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:43:42</strong>
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				Evie left to help with the chores.&nbsp; She cleared the table and then washed the dishes.&nbsp; She didn't speak, she knew she was in trouble.&nbsp; She placed the whites and linens into soak over night and then made sure the cheeses were covered and the jams had their tops replaced.&nbsp; She swept the kitchen floor, one of the other maids would be washing the floor later, but she was to sweep the kitchen, pantry and scullery before moving upstairs.<br><br>Once she was upstairs she stripped the large dining table, and then waxed it, making sure to leave it shining.&nbsp; She knew Mr. Hawkins would hear of any mistakes she made and she didn't want to make anymore tonight.&nbsp; The chairs were all pushed under and the side board was cleared and again waxed.&nbsp; She then drew the heavy curtains and snuffed all the candles before she pulled the doors closed.&nbsp; The maids would ready it for breakfast in the morning.<br><br>She checked the sitting rooms and library, but the family were still around.&nbsp; The maids on later rounds would make sure those rooms were closed for the night.&nbsp; She was on early in the morning.&nbsp; She made sure everything was done and then she made her way to Mr. Hawkins room.&nbsp; She hated and loved this room.&nbsp; She had felt such pain here, but also such pleasure.&nbsp; She stepped in and lit the candles, stoking the fire and watching the room come to light with the dancing amber glow.&nbsp; She then drew the heavy drapes.&nbsp; Undressing didn't take long.&nbsp; Maid slaves wore no underwear.&nbsp; They were not allowed too.&nbsp; She removed her dress and apron, hanging them neatly.&nbsp; Then she removed her stockings and heavy shoes.&nbsp; She made sure her clothes were tidy.<br><br>The chain was attached to Mr. Hawkins bed and she slipped the cuff around her ankle and stood then.&nbsp; She placed her hands on her head, elbows out and waited.&nbsp; She knew he would leave her, enjoying her sense of anxious anticipation...wondering what he had planned for her.&nbsp; She knew it was going to hurt.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 02:48:30</strong>
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				Hawkins ensure all tasks had been accomplished properly by staff before retiring for the evening. He made his way up the stairs after bidding those of peerage good night. The door handle before him. He stopped to contemplate her discipline before entering.<br><br>The door's ominous creak announcing his presence.&nbsp; He had worked hours to get those hinges to sound like that. Half the work of punishment was setting up the delivery. The door was one of them. He had used it downstairs as well when punishing Evie or another maid slave.&nbsp; Training them to dampen with the first sound of a door opening as they were presented unveiled.<br><br>He closed the door behind him and counted to three before turning. He unlike Evie was in no hurry for her punishment to be over. In fact, with the severity of her crime it might take all night.<br><br>He brought the crop down off the wall and stepped closer well within reach of&nbsp; her body. He placed the crop to the side of her hip. Slowly moving it upward.<br><br>"The accident today." Hawkins stated, "Very unfortunate and costly."<br><br>He moved the crop and placed it on the other hip. The tip rose up slowly brushing upward. This time he pushed forward rolling it along her breast.<br><br>"It shall probably cost a pound or more." Hawkins said. "A pound for a pound of flesh. A fair exchange in my mind.&nbsp; Tell me Evie. Are you damp?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 23:28:10</strong>
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				She heard the door and whimpered, keeping her gaze lowered.&nbsp; She wanted to look at him, to see how he looked.&nbsp; She knew he was going to be so cross, she had broken a valuable antique and Mr. Hawkins was most proficient with his punishments.&nbsp; She gulped, her body trembling.&nbsp; But at the same time she felt that spark of desire ignite in her belly and a rush of moisture dampen her ladies secret place.<br><br>She was usually such a good girl, careful, gentle.&nbsp; Her show of clumsiness was most unlike her.&nbsp; She shuddered when she felt the tip of the crop on her body, teasing, gently telling her she was not going to enjoy this night.<br><br>But she probably would.&nbsp; Evie would do anything for Mr Hawkins, she would gladly offer her bottom to him, letting him put as many stripes of fire across her as he felt she needed.&nbsp; She had always been a good girl for the Butler, and had always been punished by him.&nbsp; Tonight was no different.<br><br>A pound?&nbsp; It was truly going to cost that much.&nbsp; She gasped and raised her gaze to his.&nbsp; Then she caught herself and dropped it again.&nbsp; She was trembling as he spoke,&nbsp; She was wet, and growing wetter.&nbsp; "I am most wet Mr Hawkins Sir" she said softly, her voice gentle, soft but with a hint of fear in the undertones.&nbsp; Mr Hawkins was wicked with a crop.&nbsp; Many a girl had not been able to sit down after he had taught them a lesson.&nbsp; She feared she was about to experience that for herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 03:01:30</strong>
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				He nodded, "I should imagine you would be."<br><br>"It all comes down to choices really," He said reaching into his pocket to remove two clamps connect by a braided chain.&nbsp; Palming them for his purpose.<br><br>The crop on the small of her back as he came around her. Her legs wide open. He followed the line of her inner thigh into her dark shadow. His fingers found the folds of her sex. He stirred over them. Pinching to ripen their swelling flesh in order to hold the clamp solidly as he cropped the hell out of her ass.<br><br>"Very wet indeed," He said as he found just the right spot. "Hold."<br><br>One clamp dropped to his waiting fingers. Insuring there was plenty of swollen flesh to latch onto he carefully pinched her fold with the saw tooth jaw. <br>He planned to have her press her body to the post. The chain around the post and the other clamp attached to her other fold.&nbsp; Her hands above and chained loosely.&nbsp; Then she would receive the full measure of the crop. One strike at a time.<br><br>For the moment he watched as he set the jaws of the clamp to bite her tender flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 19:16:42</strong>
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				Evie trembled as he touched her, his fingers exploring her silken sex.&nbsp; She whimpered as he pinched her, making her sex lips swell.&nbsp; She knew he was planning something painful.&nbsp; He was a very devious man and he enjoyed painful torments and punishments.&nbsp; Evie felt the clamps teeth bite into her tender flesh and cried out.&nbsp; She could feel the crop as he touched her with it.&nbsp; He was going to really punish her tonight.&nbsp; She knew he would make her regret her moment of clumsiness.<br><br>She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers continue to caress her silken folds, making her body heat up and that fire ignite in her belly.&nbsp; She knew she would be begging for release tonight.&nbsp; And that he would probably refuse her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:57:31</strong>
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				She shuddered with his touch. It was expected she would. He had insured that her training was complete. Even certain sounds. Combination of sounds, like the rattle of a door handle as she stood naked on display was meant to send her body into that first rush of sensation. <br><br>For her it would be the beating of her righteous plump ass. Arousal so hard she had no way to turn it off. She'd just keep humming along on the edge until someone gave her permission to cum and that was not going to happen tonight. <br><br>The whimpers were a promise of more. It was a melody he would keep time with. But for now he gave the chain a tug.<br><br>"Move against the pole and spread your legs very wide open, you very bad girl," He reprimanded her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 04:18:42</strong>
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				Evie was a good girl most of the time.&nbsp; She had learnt quickly that dawdling or refusal earnt swift, painful punishments.&nbsp; If she wanted to get on here, she had too do as she was told and learn her lesson well.&nbsp; The snow was out on the ground, it was cold and she was warm.&nbsp; She did not wish to feel the chill as she had before.&nbsp; So she did as was asked.&nbsp; And she learnt her lessons well.&nbsp; <br><br>Except something had gone wrong today and the result of that earnt her some punishment at the hands of the sadistically evil Butler. A man all girls learnt to fear quickly.&nbsp; She shuffled to the post and knew he had something dastardly lined up for her.&nbsp; She gulped, her face pale in the dancing fire light.&nbsp; She felt she had let him down and she deserved her punishment.&nbsp; She grew even wetter knowing that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 00:02:36</strong>
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				Hawkins waited until Evie was positioned against the post before he came to her side. He brought the other end of the clamp chain around the pole. He looked over and kissed her breast as his fingers and the clamp dipped into her heat. Sliding along the other fold and pinching before he set the saw tooth of the jaws deep into her flesh. <br><br>He tugged to ensure it was well set. The chain around the pole so that if she bucked the clamps would tug at her lovely swelling pussy lips. It would of course be up to her to move enough to cause that tug, and he would do his very best to encourage her.<br><br>The crop ran down the middle of her back to roll over her curved cheek as he stood.&nbsp; His other hand to the cuff at the post as he looked to her.<br><br>"Wrist please," He asked politely as the crop wandered over her body.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 18:44:14</strong>
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				She knew as he moved her into position around the post on the end of his bed that he was going to punish her terribly.&nbsp; The clamp bit into her fleshy sex lip and she whimpered.&nbsp; Then he was kissing her breast, making her body heat up as he was so good at.&nbsp; She groaned, his fingers moving to her other lip, making that one swell.&nbsp; Then the clamp and the bite and she cried out, tears in her eyes.&nbsp; The chain around the post pulled and that sent more pain through her abused labia.&nbsp; He tugged and she cried out, her eyes wide.&nbsp; She knew he liked to hurt her, he enjoyed seeing the pain etched on her face.<br><br>She could feel the crop on her skin, stroking her back and she knew she would suffer this night for her lapse of deportment.&nbsp; She lifted her wrist to him, knowing not to keep him waiting.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 23:24:03</strong>
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				Evie obeyed. Hawkins watched her hand raise to the cuff and took it. He looked at her only after hearing the click. The cold metal encircling her wrist. Soon her left wrist would be also be trapped in steel at the post. <br><br>His hand to her breast squeezing it like a ripe melon. The calloused thumb roughening up her nipple. He pressed against her back. His voice the promise of hell itself. Dark with the edge of heat he could not deny.<br><br>"What are you?" He asked. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 23:31:56</strong>
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				Evie felt her eyes fill with tears as her wrist was locked into position.&nbsp; She lifted the other without being asked. She then whimpered as his hand squeezed and mashed her breast, making her nipple so hard.&nbsp; She looked at him, her eyes wide.<br><br>"I.,..I am a very bad girl Master" she whispered, her voice quivering as she knew there was a lot of pain to come this night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 02:31:31</strong>
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				He took her other hand as she spoke. His mind on the business of setting her wrist in the cuff as he listened. The click signaled his success in rendering her helpless to the post.<br><br>Hawkins tested how well she was secured as he cupped her breast before pinching her nipple. His hand trailing down into her mound. His fingers seeking out her clit. Feeling for her as he stepped to one side. Connecting with her maiden head he pressed slightly as he spoke.<br><br>"Yes... hideously so," He told her. "Shamefully negligent in your duties."<br><br>He didn't warn her. He simple played with her clit and brought his arm up. The crop hanging in the air for a moments until he was rolling pleasure off her clit. He struck then, as if swatting a fly or chopping wood. Once for starters to feel her body as the crop crashed into her delicious curves of her ass cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 02:39:58</strong>
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				She closed her eyes as she was finally secured.&nbsp; She knew it would begin soon.&nbsp; She knew she would be left sobbing and begging.&nbsp; She whimpered and tried not to let her panic over take her.&nbsp; She couldn't let him down again.&nbsp; When he felt her breast and pinched her nipple she felt her body respond as it always did.&nbsp; he had that effect over her and she shuddered in fear.<br><br>Lower, lower he went to her clit, stroking, pressing, forcing her to quake as he strummed her expertly.&nbsp; His voice a whisper and then the pain as the crop struck.&nbsp; Her body exploded and the pain swept through her, making her cry out.&nbsp; She pushed heself against the post, not wanting to buck, to pull the chains on her labia.&nbsp; She cried loudly, "Oh Sir, I am sorry" she whimpered, her body alive as only he could make her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 08:10:21</strong>
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				"Yes and you shall be so very wet and sorry once I have chastened your curves with the jalapeño of the crop." <br><br>The crop whistled in the air as it came down on her. A different spot this time. Coloring her sweet curves with the heat of a fine white line that quickly turned cherry and began to bubble with a welt. He didn't wait to see the results. He gave her a steady random attack. <br><br>His fingers corralling her clit. Striking into her very soul and out again.&nbsp; Giving her no alternative but to accept everything he placed on her.&nbsp; He was hungry for it.&nbsp; He had not tasted her in several months.<br><br>Beating her ass and the back of her thighs without mercy. Careful to lay the coloring in a certain pattern. Touching off the heat in just a certain flow so it built and in the end would leave her thinking he had shredded her ass and thighs when he simply coated them in welts. <br><br>Hawkins could grow pain from a scrape of a nail. He applied a generous portion to Evie. Never would he worry that she might be clumsy again. <br><br>His crop hand to her ass cheeks and down her thighs. He purposefully massaged in the heat, "Will we have that little problem anytime soon, Evie?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 13:33:18</strong>
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				Each strike brought a new wave of pain.&nbsp; She was sure he must be tearing in to her flesh but she knew he was clever with the implement in his hand.&nbsp; He knew just how to weld it, to use it.&nbsp; She sobbed and screamed, the pain foremost in her young mind.&nbsp; But underneath there was pleasure, a slowly building fire that was working through her.<br><br>His fingers strummed her clit, keeping her on edge.&nbsp; She bucked, and pulled the chain, pain flashed into her mind and she yelped and wept.&nbsp; His hand moved over her bum and down her thighs, massaging the pain, dragging in into her mind, she shook her head at his question, "no...no Sir, never again" she sobbed, her face wet and red.&nbsp; Her eyes swollen with the tears.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Mr Hawkin's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 18:02:52</strong>
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				Her cries delicious. The beating ended too quickly but for his other desire the punishment would continue. Differently.<br><br>Hawkins stepped to his equipment drawer. He touched several items. Some he placed in his pockets before returning to stand beside her. His arms up he released her wrist and took them in one of his hands.<br><br>"The beating has stopped." He told her. "But not the punishment."<br><br>"It was an antique," He reminded. "Irreplaceable. Repairable perhaps."<br><br>He reached into his pocket and removed a pair of manacles. He hooked the chain to the ring of her collar. Then he brought her hands to be locked into place at the front of the collar in the manacles. She could move her hands no lower than her breasts secured in this fashion.<br><br>He spoke quietly, "Your punishment will continue thru the night."<br><br>His fingers down her body touching the fire along her clit. Reaching into her heated sex to remove only one clamp and massage the swollen flesh as he watched.<br><br>"You've been very very bad," He reminded her. "Do you deserve punishment for your shameful behavior, Evie?"
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