Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Amelia's Victorian Adventure

Part 1 Amelia Makes A Birch Rod!


As the carriage pulled up outside the country house high up in the Chiltern Hills, the noise of the wheels and the horses hooves, alerted Rosie that the new tweenie had arrived.
Of course, it was not the standard practice for a junior maid to arrive by carriage and at the front door. This though was not a regular new staff member; the occupant of the carriage was Amelia Cranforth, the highly educated daughter of a vicar from a hamlet just outside of Didcot. Amelia had just taken the post of companion to Lady Wallingford's daughter Emma; the two of them were about to embark upon the Grand Tour of Europe. Lady Wallingford though, for reasons best known to herself, decided it would be a good idea for Amelia to work at her country house for a month before embarking on the trip.

"It will give you a chance to see how a grand house works," she had told Amelia. "also first hand experience of the treatment of servants."

In truth Amelia had not thought this necessary, but had given into her Ladyship's wishes, she had so much wanted this post. So here she was standing at the large oak front door to the house.

The door opened, and a chubby girl around about her own age stood there. "So you finally got here, we have better things to be doing at the moment than hanging around at a maids beck and call."

Amelia was taken aback by the rude greeting from this ignorant teen; she was just about to speak, when the girl continued.

"I take it you are, Amy?"

"Amelia actually." She replied curtly.

"Actually," the girl said, mimicking Amelia's accent, "I'm called Rosemarie, but I still gets called Rosie. So grab your bags, Amy, and follow me. We are room sharing."

Dumbfounded, Amy picked up her two carpet bags, and tried to keep up with the rushing maid, as she led the way. First downstairs to the kitchen, then up the steep backstairs to the attic space and the staff quarters. Finally, Amy well out of breath reached their room.

"That's your bed over there," Rosie said pointing to the bed tucked under the eaves of the roof, "your uniforms are on top of it."

Amy was struggling to catch her breath, whilst also trying to take everything in.

"You'd best get changed sharpish; Mr Harrison wants to see you as soon as possible, and he is a stickler for uniforms."

Amy waited for Rosie to leave, but she just stood there waiting.

"Come along, we haven't got all day."

Amy then realised that the girl had no intention of leaving her in any privacy. Looking at the clothing on the bed, she saw it was indeed a full uniform, right down to the underwear.

Slowly Amy started to strip off her own clothing, all the while Rosie was standing in the doorway her left foot tapping in impatience. At last Amy was down to her shift, and light blue drawers. She picked up white blouse, and was about to out it on when Rosy interjected again.

"What you doing girl? All your uniform is there, and you are supposed to wear all the uniform, nothing else, just the uniform."

Now blushing at being called a girl by someone her own age, and having to strip naked in front of this ignorant trollop, she could feel her eyes watering with tears.

"By you have some figure don't you," Rosie said as Amy finally stood naked in the cold attic room, the chill making her pink nipples grow and harden, "old Harrison will have some fun with you, there's no doubt about that. He'll soon find some reason to have you over his knee, skirts up and drawers open so he can slap those pale arse cheeks red."

"What?" Amy shouted out in anger at the girls cheek.

"This house is run as a tight ship," Rosie said grinning at Amy, "Lady Wallingford is a big believer in old fashioned discipline, and for the most part it's Mr Harrison the butler who carries it out."

Of course Amy had heard of such things, maids being spanked and caned by their employees, even mill workers feeling the strap across their backsides for slacking and lateness.

Of course, it could be that the house was run on this basis, but those rules would not apply to her. The likes of little strumpets like Rosie may need to be taken in hand to keep them in check, but she knew that she was a special case. Which, in fact, was partly true, Lady Wallingford had taken her butler to one side to have a word with him, those words would have made Amy's blood freeze.

"Harrison we have a miss Amelia Cranforth coming to join us, she is a well bred, and well educated daughter of the clergy," her ladyship started telling him. The butler listened intently to his beautiful, but very formidable employer. Since being widowed five years ago at the age of thirty six, her ladyship had run her houses, and businesses with a rod of iron. "as such," she continued, "the girl seems to have ideas above her station. She will be going as a lady's companion to Emma, but I don't want this nineteen year old somehow thinking that she rules the roost. I want her to learn her station, and learn it well. You, Harrison, will be her teacher, use any means that you deem fit to get the message across to her that she is just another employee, and nothing more than that. Can I trust you on this issue?"

The butler smiled and nodded, then spoke. "A pretty thing is she Ma'am?"

"Yes I suppose some would say so, light brown hair almost blond, blue eyes, fair skinned but prone to blushing. Not that her looks should really come into it."

Though they both knew, however, that looks did indeed come into it. Under Harrison, the houses ran like clockwork, and her ladyship allowed him, maybe a little bit too much latitude in the disciplining and treatment of staff. It was, however, of mutual benefit; she got away with paying him under the odds for someone of his experience, and he got to live out his sexual fantasies.

They both knew it, though it was a tacit agreement. So Amy's fate was sealed. Unaware, Amy, continued putting on her uniform with the help of Rosie. She didn't like her uniform, in truth, she found it all a little beneath her, but if this is what she has to do to get a chance of a lifetime than so be it. First she put on the cream drawers, then the very short white shift, which was little more than a vest, then the calf length black woollen stockings. Soon she was in her long black skirt that finished just above the ankles, then the white blouse.

"Blues are for Sundays." Rosie had informed her.

Rosie then helped Amy tie back her hair before placing the little black cap on her head. Finally came the four and a half inch thick leather belt.

"Surely this hampers you when you are working?" Asked Amy.

"Hee-hee, I suppose it does a little, but it has it's practical purposes," Rosie replied mysteriously, "right I think you are ready to see Mr Harrison."

Amy followed Rosie back downstairs through the rabbit warren of corridors to the butlers pantry. Mr Harrison was not what Amy had been expecting, around about her fathers age fiftyish or so. Very tall, and quite broad shouldered, hair thinning and going a little grey around the temples. It was his demeanour that surprised her the most; he was very friendly, and welcoming, though he did point out that he liked to run a tight but happy ship. Amy was briefed of her duties, and also made aware that they getting the house ready for a big party at the weekend to mark the end of the London season.

The next two days went well enough for Amy, Rosie and herself had formed a most unlikely friendship. The work although hard was really no harder than she was already used to, having to keep the vicarage in good order for her father.
For the butler, Mr. Harrison, this was proving to be frustrating on two counts. The fact that he wanted to get his hands on the pretty nineteen year old. Also, the fact that her ladyship had more or less ordered him to. Mr Harrison was many things, but he always looked upon himself as fair, so he could never bring himself to punish a girl without good reason. Then on the third day things finally started to look up for him, if not for Amy.

Amy was given the task of cleaning the dining room, whilst her new friend Rosie was to clean the main hallway. As always Amy attacked the task with great gusto; she found that working this way made the days go quicker, and tired her out for a boring night time so sleep would come easy to her. After two hours of dusting and polishing, she decided the room was finished, and ready for inspection.
Then she noticed it.
High above the fire mantle was a little vase on a small wooden shelf. As the sunlight streamed in from the large east facing bay window, she saw it, the long gossamer strand of a spider's web. She thought to get the small stepladders from Rosie, then decided that standing on the fireplace hearth; her long cane duster would just about reach it. Standing on the hearth, almost up on points, she swished at the silken thread, then the door opened catching her by surprise; she stumbled and caught the vase with her duster. She held her breath as she saw it first shake, and then fall crashing onto the top of the marble fireplace sending shards of china across the floor.

"Good grief girl, what on earth is going on in here?" Mr Harrison's voice boomed out, as he stood halfway through the doorway.

"It... it was an accident, sir, I slipped... the door opening took me by surprise." Amy stammered.

Quickly realising that his chance had finally come, Mr Harrison spoke. "So now it is my fault that you have broken a valuable and treasured heirloom. Is that what you are trying to tell me girl?"

Amy, now very close to tears was lost for words, she merely shook her head, trying to avoid eye contact with the now raging butler.

"Now how to play this hand?" Wondered the butler, in normal circumstances, the breaking of a worthless vase, would only earn a maid a quick skirts up over the knee spanking, to teach them not to be so clumsy. Amy though was not a normal maid, and another chance to carry out her ladyship's instructions may not come again.

"This kind of thing can not go unpunished," he said watching the girl's already pale face drain of all colour, "laziness will not be tolerated in this house."

"Laziness! I'm never lazy." Replied Amy, with a ring of indignity in her voice.

"So you want to add lying to your string of offences do you?" Said the butler raising his hand to silence any further interruption. "All you needed to do was go out into the hall and borrow the steps from Rosie, but you chose the easy path. Then you show yourself to be a clumsy buffoon, and have the nerve to try to blame me. This calls for serious punishment, very serious punishment."

Now realising what the butler was leading to Amy found her voice. "If you speak to her ladyship, Mr Harrison, you will find that I am not a common maid, and not under your discipline regime."

The butler managed to stifle his smile, and in those few moments decided exactly what he had in store for this haughty little maid.

"I was told by her ladyship that you were to be treated no different to the other staff in my charge. If, however, you wish to go and see her ladyship for yourself, you are more than welcome to. You can tell her that you don't want to be punished for your indolence, and your clumsiness. Also, you can then tell her that you have broken an ornament of particular sentimental value to her." He looked at the defeated girl in front of him. "If; however, you wish to get this over with this afternoon, you will clean up the mess you have made, then go out into the grounds and fashion yourself a birch rod, and report to my pantry in an hours time."

Amy stood dumbstruck; a solitary tear running down her left cheek, what could she do?

"Yes, Mr Harrison." She finally managed to mumble.

No sooner had the butler left the room than Rosie burst in. "I heard it all," she said to the now crying Amy. " a birching! I can't believe he is going to give you a birching!"

Still in a daze of what had befallen her Amy could only manage to say. "I... I don't know how to make a rod, do you?"

"Well sort of, I've never made one. Worst I've had, has been the strap across me arse, but I've seen them made. He likes a long one, twigs and cuttings about a yard long, well just short of a yard; fourteen or fifteen twigs should do it. Make it like a bouquet, but tightly bound with twine at one end. A birching!"

Amy stood her hand over her mouth, shaking her head, too stunned to talk.

"Tell you what," said Rosie. "I'll finish off in here, so you can get on with it, lordy, you don't want to be late."

Amy walked about the grounds picking up sticks that she thought were suitable, only to aware that all the other staff knew what, and why she was out there. Sitting at a bench at the far end of the grand lawn, she started to bind the twigs. Her mind wandered; she was not so naive as not to know that a birch rod was always applied upon the bare skin. The very idea of him lifting her skirts, and opening up her drawers made her feel sick.
Well not so much sick, more butterflies in her stomach and chest. How would he birch her?
Her mind was now running away from her, would he call all the staff to the dining room to make an example of her, a public thrashing to serve as a warning to others?
Bent over the dining table, her bare bottom there for all to see, maids, cooks, and stable boys?
The butterflies flapped even more. She snapped back to reality; such things were only in the dirty books that some of the girls would sneak into school, and read by candlelight late at night. It can't be that bad she thought to herself, she was no stranger when younger to her father's belt, and the mistresses cane at school. A few bound twigs would be no worse. The worst part would be having to expose her skin to him, though, by all accounts, he was no stranger to a girls anatomy.
Standing, the rod now finished; she gave it a quick swish through the air. Unlike a cane, there was no real sound, just a gentle hissing noise . No, it can't be that bad she decided, heading back to the house, and the waiting Mr Harrison.

She entered the door to the kitchen; red faced seeing the knowing grins on the two young scullery maids, as she walked past them birch in hand. She then headed down the long basement passageway to the butler's pantry.
Some butler's pantries are little more than a large storage cupboard. Not Mr Harrison's though, his was a pantry fitting someone held in such high esteem by her ladyship, and her late husband before her. It was, in fact, four rooms, the actual pantry itself was a large room, half office, and half storeroom for some of the more expensive, and exotic herbs and spices, deemed not suitable for leaving in the kitchen. Also along the same corridor was Harrison's small cosy living room, and his bedroom, and privy. No draughty attic space, and shared bathroom for this butler.
Reaching the pantry Amy tapped the door, though wishing to run in the other direction she forced herself to stay still, though could not still her trembling knees or butterflies.

"Ah Amy, early as it happens," said the beaming butler as if she was popping in for tea and cakes. "I'll just go and bolt this door, I'm sure you would prefer no one walking in on us?"

Amy could only manage a nod, as the butler walked down the passage and closed over the large oak door, effectively closing of all four rooms from intrusion. As he came back towards Amy he held out his hand, Amy shook herself back into reality as she handed him the rod.

"Mmm." He said thoughtfully. "This your first rod girl."

"Y y yes... yes, sir" She struggled out.

"Well you seem to have made a fine job of it, we will find out soon enough." He said motioning the girl into the room.

Upon entering the room, he went to a large stone jar of brine and placed the rod into the salty liquid. He always liked to use the brine jar, it had a threefold effect. It added weight to the rod, and the salt water acted as both a cleaning agent to any cuts, and also an irritant.

"Well, whilst we are letting the rod soak, we may as well get you prepared." Still talking in his, now annoying to Amy, jovial fashion.

Sitting on a small milking stool, he motioned Amy over to his side. Amy gulped as his hands went to the hem of her skirt, even though she knew it was coming. She felt her face start to burn up as he lifted it higher, then started to tuck it into the top of her belt. "it has it's practical purposes." She remembered Rosie saying, about the belt, so was this is she meant?

Soon enough her skirt was tucked all the way in, her drawers front back and sides all now on display. What happened next shocked Amy beyond words. His fingers went to the bow of her drawstring; he intended not to just open her drawers, to denude her posterior, he meant to lower them completely.

"Mr Harrison... you can't... you just can't!" She cried out.

"I'm not going to run the risk of damaging her ladyship's property, I'm afraid these will have to come off." No sooner had he said that, than the cream underwear was around her ankles.

Quickly her hands descended to shield her modesty.

"Hands on your head, girl, this is neither the time nor the place for coyness." he said, now a harshness to his voice as he slapped her hands and the front of her thighs.

What could she do but submit?

The view now in front of Harrison's face was very much to his liking. A lush covering of dark pubic hair, it always amazed Harrison how pubic hair is nearly always so much darker than head hair, lack of sunshine he had long since decided. It was almost his favourite part of the proceedings, the baring of the subject, the revealing of mysteries. It always got his sap rising, and today was no different.

"Right young lady we will have you across that table," he said pointing to the small roughly hewn wooden dining table. "right over, bare bottom up, and grab the far sides with your hands, tight grip mind you."

Amy flinched at the reminder of her nakedness; she shuffled to the table and did as he had bidden, grabbing the edge of the table as hard as she could. Harrison picked the rod from the stone jar, and gave it a little shake to rid it of the excess salty water.

"A baker's dozen, young lady, that should rid you of your indolence."

Amy closed her eyes tight as he announced her fate, thirteen strokes! Without warning, she felt the first one fall a gentle almost inaudible swish in the air before, it made contact with her bare skin. The pain was incredible. How could something so ineffective looking be so harsh?
To Amy it felt like a hundred bee stings; she felt as if the whole area of her bottom was on fire.

Then the second fell, as she was still adjusting to the feel of the first. The second stroke sent bits of twig flying all over the stone floor.

"Ah, miss, it looks like you will have some sweeping to do when we finish here, too many old twigs by the looks of things."

As always Harrison followed a distinct pattern with a birching. Not so much a pattern really, more of a strategy. The first blow, medium strength, not brutal but hard enough, so the girl knows what is coming her way. The second stroke, quickly after the first, and also the hardest he is going to give, hopefully as in this case to break some of the twigs. The following strokes all medium, or even light depending on the girls reactions, after all he was not a cruel man.

Few girls make it past the sixth stroke; only two have so far managed to take all thirteen before breaking down, and asking for some sort of mercy.

Mercy at a price of course.

He could seem Amy was already in distress, not as hardy as some of the girls from the local farms perhaps? He would soon find out as the third stroke was always very telling. The stroke landed, and Amy could not believe the pain it generated, she screamed out in pain as the now shorter twigs found places hitherto untouched. The tips scraping into the cleft of her bottom, a couple even making contact with the folds of her virgin sex. Through watery eyes, she could see her knuckles turning white, as she held on to the edge of the table.

Ten more to go, the thought was unbearable for her, but bear it she must. Harrison rotated the birch in his hands, to cut back the effect of the short twigs, only one such blow was ever really required for his purpose. The fourth blow fell.

"Please no more... please... no more." Amy called between sobs.

"Nearly at the halfway mark, girl, you are doing well." He replied knowing full well she was near her breaking point, it was all to him a well rehearsed act. At some point, he thought to himself; some girl is going to point out that thirteen has no halfway mark, but as of yet no one had. "Could this be the final stroke," He wondered, looking down at her red buttocks, that were only a few minutes earlier, alabaster pale?

The stroke fell.

"Please stop... I beg you anything... but not more of this?... Please?"

"Anything?"

"Yes, please stop, you are tearing me apart."

Not quite correct he thought to himself, but that must be how it would feel to her, as usual the strategy has worked. Throwing the now redundant birch to one side, he positioned himself behind the girl and nudged her legs a little wider apart. His fingers trailed down the cleft of her bottom, then under reaching her fleshy purse.

"Mr Harrison! What are you doing?" cried out the indignant Amy, as she flew upright from the table, her rage temporarily screening out her pain.

He grabbed her quickly around the waist in case she tried to bolt for the door, nuzzling his mouth close to her ear; he whispered. "But, Amy, you said anything."

"I... I know, but I'm a good girl... I don't......." Her voice trailed of as the butterflies came back.

"A good girl?" He said, still whispering in an almost seductive tone. "Do good girls have to go into the garden to cut themselves a birch rod? Do good girls find themselves across my table, their underwear around their ankles?"

Amy felt like she was about to faint; her whole body seemed to be shaking from the inside out.

"Do good girls have to lie here, their bare bottoms waiting for a birching?" His left hand now on the bare flesh of her belly, his fingers gently, oh, so gently stroking the mass of thick dark pubic hair. "But I know what you mean," he continued in the same seductive tone. "you are a maiden, and want to stay that way till your wedding night, am I right?"

Lost now for words Amy just nodded.

"Can you trust me, Amy, will you trust me, Amy?" His fingers now parting the folds at the front of her quim, finding the little ridge of hard flesh. The same ridge of flesh that she would often awaken from her sleep to find her own fingers dallying on, her nightdress bunched up around her hips. When this happened she always felt self loathing for days after, but this was somehow different, this felt somehow righter. "Will you trust me, Amy?" He repeated, and she nodded; her butterflies were now the size of bats. "Bend back across the table for me." He whispered.

"Wha... but.. but?" Moaned the confused girl.

"Don't worry, the birch has gone." He said to appease her.

In a daze, she bent back over.

He went to one of the shelves and quickly found the jar he was looking for. Unscrewing the top off the jar he plunged his left hand deep into the olive oil. Returning to the waiting maiden, out of sight of her, he lowered his britches and coated his rock hard member. His right hand went back down to her, and recommenced it's earlier ministrations. The left hand went to her buttocks and started to coat her cleft and the bud of her anus. Through the daze of mixed emotions and carnal needs, she knew what was about to happen. The girls at school had told her of such things. One day whilst she had been reading Childe Harold's Pilgrimage a couple of the girls teased her about why Byron had had to leave the country.

"He had been doing IT with his wife, but up her bottom!"

At the time, she didn't believe such a thing could happen. Now she knew differently, and as Harrisons fingers worked at her she didn't care, as wave after wave of butterflies seemed to attack her. She even reached back to gingerly part her still painful cheeks, though now the pain seemed to be somehow lost in other sensations. Then his probing finger was replaced by something thicker, something more yielding yet still firm. So this was what a male's member feels like she thought, as it slowly gained more ground inside her. It hurt, but in a different way, in an almost pleasant way. As his fingers continued working at her quim, she felt as if she was about to explode.

Then he started to move within her, pumping back and forth against her, his thighs banging into her bruised punished bottom. Each stroke by him forcing her sex harder against his ever busy fingers. Then all the butterflies seemed to rush in one huge wave, she closed her eyes tight, bringing her right hand around to her mouth to stifle her cries. Cries this time, not of pain, she bit down onto her index finger so as not to shout out aloud. Through the fog of her orgasmic rush, she heard Harrison gasp out, then felt the hardness in her bottom start to dissipate; she knew he was spent, as she started to come down from her peak. He withdrew from her and quickly did up his britches.

"Right, my girl," he said to the still girl across the table, "you have some sweeping to do before you go. I think though your skirt can stay up till you are finished, what say you?"

Silently Amy nodded.

Harrison sat back in his armchair watching the half naked Amy tidying up the pantry, and wondered to himself if this is what her ladyship had had in mind?

************


Amelia On The Steam ship!


The rocking of the railway carriage, had sent all three of the young ladies off to sleep, then Amelia awakes with a start. The events of the last five weeks had invaded her dreams. She looked across at her two travelling companions and was amazed at the strong family resemblance. She studied Emma's aunt Georgina, the younger double of her Ladyship, taller at almost six feet but the same black hair, and angular features as Lady Wallingford. Amazing really that half sisters could look so alike, and with such an age difference, as Georgina was only twenty four, but also a widow like her half sister.
Both of them paying the heavy price of imperialism, a reminder that empires are built on blood. For all her lack of years though, Emma held her aunt in awe, and had told Amelia that she would be pleased when they reached Cadiz then the two of them could continue their journey unencumbered by her aunt. Amelia then looked at the sleeping Emma, the same black hair, but much softer features, not unlike those of the queen in her younger, and happier days, also Emma was not as tall as her aunt, though few people were, male or female. In fact, the only person taller than Georgina at Lady Wallingford's house was Harrison the butler. Amelia shook her head; as she just cannot seem to get him from her mind.

She tries to close her eyes to bring back sleep, but it is no good, all that happens is the return of yesterdays events. Was Harrison merely showing her his authority, or was it meant as some sort of going away present?
She felt a slight smile cross her face, accompanied by a burning blush. After her first run in with the butler that had resulted in birching and sodomy. Harrison took every opportunity to have her over his knee for the most minor of indiscretions, each spanking ending with him "fetching" her, it was getting to the point that she was almost hoping for him to find fault with her work. Then the four weeks finished, and she was officially in her post as travelling companion to the young Emma. The days of the butler's summary punishments were over or at least, so she thought. Emma had decided that the clothes that Amelia had brought with her in her two carpetbags were nowhere near fine enough for their long journey, so the two of them went off to London to get a new wardrobe for Amelia, and it was these very clothes that brought about her farewell spanking from the butler.
Amelia was showing off her new finery to Rosie, the parlour maid in the room that the two of them shared, when there was a sharp knock on the door. Rosie opened the door and in walked Mr Harrison.

"Tut-tut-tut girls," he said upon on entering the room and surveying the dress strewn beds, "what a mess, you both know that all rooms are to be kept tidy, at all times."

"Sir it was just......" Amelia started to say, only to be waved away by Harrison.

"I think you will both have to have a visit to my pantry, in say half an hour?" he said, and then gave both girls a little bow.

Both girls stared at each other open mouthed; both knew what was coming their way, it was the fact that he wanted to see them together that had them bemused. Rather than give him excuse to punish her further, Amelia quickly changed into her maids uniform for her last time.
Standing in the large main pantry room, both girls hands on their heads and red-faced, waiting as the butler bolted the outer door to save their blushes.
Returning to the room Harrison dragged the big high backed chair into the middle of the floor.

"Right girls prepare yourselves." He said, almost absent-mindedly.

Both girls pulled their black skirts high up above their cream drawers and with shaking fingers tucked them into their broad black belts. Then waited.

"Rosie first I think," the butler finally said, "over you go my girl."

Amelia was transfixed as she watched her friend bend across the butler's lap, his hands deftly opening up the drawers at the back, baring her soft chubby, white cheeks.
Then the spanking started, Rosie did not hold back her cries as his hand came down. She had learned long ago that holding back the tears only prolonged the pain, and delayed the pleasure. Harrison though had also got wise to the ways of some of the girls; crocodile tears meant nothing to him; he went by the hue of the girls buttocks, not by their crying.
Amelia stared on, trying to control her breathing, she had seen Rosie naked on many occasions, though never from an angle such as this. Never had she seen her trying to dance the sting out of her bottom as she seemed to be doing now, each shake of her legs giving Amelia an even lewder view. She knew only too well that, in a few minutes time, it would be her that would be affording Rosie similar entertainment. Then as the spanking subsided, Harrison pulled Rosie further over his lap, the plump pink lips of her purse now clearly on display to her.
Harrison stared straight at Amelia as he started to fetch Rosy with his fingers.

"Be patient, Amy," He said. "it will be your turn soon enough."

"AMELIA! AMELIA!" A voice called out, bringing her back to wakefulness. "Are you quite all right girl?"

"Y.. yes, Miss Georgina, I'm fine." Amelia stuttered out.

"You seemed to be fitting in your sleep," said the more than puzzled lady, "you were gasping for breath."

"No, Miss I'm fine," she struggled out, her face now burning, "truly I'm fine."

Georgina gave Amelia a quizzical look, then shrugged her shoulders.
"We are almost there now," Georgina continued, "so you had better collect up our belongings, I'll get a porter when we reach the station. Then we can get a hackney to the P&O dock."

"Yes, miss." Amelia replied after the sharp reminder of her station; she too would be happy to see the back of the bossy Georgina.

Emma awoke with a yawn and stretch as the train came to a stop at the station.

"Get a move on sleepy head," her aunt chided the still yawning girl, "we set sail in less than an hours time."

After the rush across town, and an almost scramble to get on board, the three young ladies were shown to their quarters. Amelia and Emma would be sharing a small cabin with twin beds, while Georgina had a cabin of her own. The two younger girls were happy to be free of Georgina's controlling manner, if only for their sleeping time. Then things took a turn for the better, for the younger girls, Georgina was not made of a sailing stock, no sooner had the ship entered the Solent than she took to her room, a victim of seasickness. Emma could not believe her luck that her aunt was lain up so rapidly.

"With her out of the way we can have some fun, Amelia!" she said, the excitement making her voice quiver.

"Fun?" Asked Amelia in an unsure voice.

"Yes, fun. They have gambling tables below deck!" Emma's voice now almost breaking.

"I don't believe in gambling, it's... well it's ungodly." Said Amelia.

"Well you stay in the cabin and read your bible, I'm off to win some money." Emma said as she flounced off.

Emma did indeed win money; she was quite a girl with the cards and seemingly very lucky. A little too lucky as her time on the tables became a big talking point among the ships crew.
On one of her rare expeditions from her room, a rather pale faced Georgina was talking to one of the stewards.

"Some luck your niece had last night wasn't it, Miss?" Asked the jovial seaman.

"Luck? I'm sorry I'm not with you." Replied the still nauseous Georgina.

"Yes at the tables," The steward replied with a broad grin. "quite a card sharp by all accounts."

"Yes indeed, very lucky girl," she replied clicking on to what the steward meant. "it's to hope her luck does not run out."

"It just has," Georgina thought to her self. With anger spurring her on, making her sea sickness now a thing of secondary importance, she headed to her cabin. Quickly going through her bags she found what she needed, a bright pink silk hankie. Then a quick call to the bridge to verify the stewards statement, and to confirm a few other things. She then set about finding her niece, and Amelia.
Georgina saw her prey, sitting on the foredeck looking out to the sea, both girls the picture of health unlike herself.

"Good afternoon, ladies." She said, announcing her presence and catching both girls by surprise.

"Good afternoon." They chorused back to her.

"Are you quite well now, aunt?" Asked Emma.

"On the mend my dear, on the mend. So how have you two young things been filling your time in while I have been indisposed?" Asked Georgina as she toyed idly with her handkerchief.

"Oh, you know reading, taking in the night skies, chatting about our upcoming adventure." Replied the still smiling Emma.

"Yes there is so little on these ships for young ladies like yourselves." Said Georgina, spinning her web. "For gentleman of course there is the gaming tables, even some females have been known to dabble with the cards."

"Really?" Said Emma in mock surprise, but Amelia knew deep down that the game was up.

"Yes really, as a matter of fact one young lady has had quite a run on the cards, though I think her luck may have just ran out." Georgina said, watching the smile disappear from her nieces cherubic face.

"You will both go along to your cabin, change into your nightdresses and await your punishments."

"But, aunt, Amelia had no part in this." Said Emma trying to save her companion.

"No part in stopping you!" Georgina interrupted her niece. "Amelia is supposed to be the sensible one of the two of you. The wiser and elder one, I'm going to make sure that this behaviour of yours does not recur. In future, Amelia will know after today, to be more of a judicious influence on you."

The two girls headed back to their cabin in silence. Both girls changed into their long nightdresses, both knowing that no underwear would be needed for what was coming their way.
Emma knew too well the wrath of Georgina, and how hard a spanking she could deliver. Could deliver that thought cheered her slightly, this would be a weak and ill Georgina giving them their chastisements.
The two girls sat in silence on their bunks, waiting.
The door opened and in walked Georgina with the steward that she had been talking to earlier, both girls gasped in horror as they saw him.

"This is Robert," Said Georgina, still toying with the pink hankie. "I explained my predicament to the captain that I had two stupid young girls in need of a good spanking and that I was too under the weather to deliver a suitably harsh punishment. So I asked if I could borrow his fine young steward; he agreed with a certain amount of reluctance. Though I must say, Robert took no persuading at all."

Georgina took in the looks on the girls faces, her spoilt niece, and her uppity companion, both already close to tears. She was going to enjoy this afternoon, and if Robert was half the man that he looked to be, this evening also.

"I know that some men are sometimes, should we say, overly gentle with the fairer sex. So I brought this along," Georgina continued lifting up her hankie and giving it a little wave, "as way of a guide. He is under instruction to spank your bare bottoms till they are the colour of this silk. He is to ignore any protestations or tears till this colour is achieved."

"Aunt you cannot do this, it.. it is just not decent. What would mummy say?" Pleaded Emma already close to tears.

"I care not a jot," Replied the now angry Georgina. "I am in loco parentis, and till we reach Cadiz and part company I will decide what is decent. Robert is a married man, and no stranger to the shape of a woman. Is that not right Robert."

"That's right, ma'am." The up until now silent steward replied.

"Emma, stand over there." Georgina told her now, defeated niece. Watch carefully as the punishment you brought about lands on your companion."

As Emma moved across the cabin, Amelia sat resigned to her fate, it would seem that having a hot bottom is almost part of working for this family.
The steward sat on the bunk opposite her, a large grin on his face as he patted his lap. On jelly knees, she rose from her bunk and draped herself over his hard muscular thighs.

"Well let the dog see the rabbit." Said the steward as he leaned over to lift Amelia's nightdress.

"No, allow me." Interrupted Georgina, as she lifted the nightdress high up Amelia's back, all the time keeping eye contact with her dashing steward.

Looking down at the pale buttocks, the steward remarked. "I'm going to have my work cut out here, ma'am, she is pale like china."

"But not delicate like china," Georgina reminded him, "and I'm more than sure those big hands of yours will manage well enough."

Manage they did, his hand came down in staccato onto her pale cheeks, following no real pattern, sometimes one cheek would be treated to five or six blows in a row, then the other only one or two. Amelia bit at her lip trying to keep her cries down, not wanting anyone to be going past the cabin door to know what was taking place.

"So, ma'am what brings three such fine ladies to Cadiz?" Asked the steward, not breaking his onslaught upon Amelia's bottom.

Georgina was quite amused that he would wish to idly chat when carrying out such a task.

"These two foolish girls are off on a trip of Europe. Myself, I am here on business; I have to go to Jerez to sort out some sherry import licences."

"Ah fino, I prefer a good red Rioja." He replied, giving Amelia another stinging barrage, causing her to wriggle more on his lap.

Emma was agog watching the spanking, even though she knew she would be next she was still fascinated by her friends wriggling antics. Each flail of her legs was giving Emma a fleeting view of Amelia's coral lips. Amelia though was far from fascinated; this was much worse than any of the butler's spankings, and with no hope of the release afterwards. The heat in her bottom was so intense, with no sign of the steward letting up, the cabin floor she could see now only through a fog of tears.

"Well, ma'am I think this ones done. Well heated she is." The steward said, as if referring to a pie in the oven.

Georgina moved to his side, the fingers on her left hand trailing through his thick brown hair, as she leaned forward with the silk in her right hand, resting in on the cleft of Amelia's buttocks.

"A perfect match, Robert, well done." Said Georgina as she eyed her niece. "Don't you agree Emma?"

Emma was now not so happy about the situation, the time for her turn was here.

"I SAID DON'T AGREE?" Georgina repeated.

"Y.. y.. yes, aunt, if you say so. Please, I promise I'll......" Emma stuttered out.

"Silence, girl, you know what is coming so just accept it." Georgina said cutting off any further pleading. "Amelia, get up and change places with Emma, and mark my words girl you had better keep that nightdress high up. I want to be able to see Robert's handiwork."

The tearful girl arose from the stewards lap, holding her night dress high knowing only too well that her pudenda would be on display to both Georgina and the steward.
Georgina smiled looking at Amelia's lush pubic covering that should gee Robert up a little more. By the time the steward left this cabin he would need sexual release, and Georgina had planned to be the one to give him it. The girls traded places. As Georgina lifted Emma's nightdress clear, the girl burst into a flood of tears before the steward's hand had even fallen onto her bottom. As Amelia's eyes started to clear, she could see Emma doing the same horizontal dance that she had made over the stewards lap just moments earlier.
As when watching Rosie's spanking just a few days ago she felt the same strange feeling in her stomach. The room, and no doubt the whole deck was ringing with Emma's cries, as the steward did Georgina's bidding. Bringing the colour to Emma's cheeks though was a longer and harder job. Emma's chubby bottom was darker skinned than Amelia's and so did not colour to red quite as easily, or quickly.
Eventually Georgina was satisfied that they had a match for her silk, and Emma too was now standing, nightdress up and her black forest of pubic hair on clear display.

"Right, girls," Georgina told her two repentant charges, "you will both now go to bed, and stay there till tomorrow morning. You have both been punished like little girls, and now you are going to be treated like little girls. Robert, I believe you said that you like Rioja, by way of appreciation from the three of us I would like you to join me in my cabin a little later and we can share a bottle, if that is all right with you?"

Robert didn't have to be asked twice, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, ma'am that would be fine, fine indeed."

Robert and Georgina left the two girls; Emma still in floods of tears flopped onto her bunk.

"Please, Amelia, comfort me." She pleaded to her friend.

Amelia lay down by her friend, the smallness of the bunk forcing the two girls close together. Without thinking, Amelia started to rub Emma's bottom for her.

"Thank you, Amelia, I don't really deserve your friendship, if it wasn't for my foolishness we wouldn't be in this situation."

Without thinking Amelia silenced Emma with a kiss to her lips, then another longer lingering kiss. Amelia felt Emma's hand go to her hand, she redirected it from her bottom to place it at the mouth of her sex. They continued kissing, the innocent girl of five weeks ago seemed to Amelia to have been another life, as she fetched Emma. Then as a manner of payback Emma fetched Amelia with her tongue on Amelia's rosebud clitoris.

Around the same time, in the opposite cabin, Georgina found that Robert's attentions were more than an adequate cure for sea sickness!


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Part 3,Amelia Pays For Emma's Indiscretion

The next two days were strange, to say the least, for Amelia; Emma never spoke again about the spanking by the steward, or about what happened after it. Amelia was in a turmoil of feelings, some for Emma, but most of all the shame at what they had done, to her such things were just unheard of. Georgina too had picked up on the subtle change in the girl's behaviour but couldn't quite put her finger upon it. Even after they had left the boat and headed to the hotel, she could tell there was something not quite right between the girls. The mood had somehow altered; it showed more in Amelia than in Emma. No doubt it will all come out in the wash; Georgina thought to herself, and anyway in three days time the girls will no longer be her problem. As they booked into their hotel, just off the tree lined Plaza de la Constitucion, Georgina asked Emma.

"Will you girls be room sharing again, or do you require separate rooms?"

Before Amelia could speak Emma replied. "We will room share, please, aunt, we need to keep our costs down after all."

One look at Amelia's blushing face and the fact that her niece had never giving "costs" a thought in all her life told Georgina all she needed to know.

"All right then, I'll be requiring my own suite." Georgina announced, trying her hardest not to break out in laughter at the girls. Who would have thought it, my niece and the vicars daughter? Harmless enough as she remembered being told once, 'two men are either yes or no, two women are usually maybe', but what would her sister make of it all?

As the girls settled into their room Georgina joined them, and announced, "Great news ladies, we have been invited to a special dinner tonight. The both of you will be escorted by two dashing young officers of Her Majesty's Royal Navy. Whilst I will have to endure the company of a certain Mr Giles Belmont, from the Consulate, so I want you in your finest dresses."

This news set Emma off into a flurry of activity; she loved a ball, whereas Amelia was a bit all at sea by the idea. Though by the time, the carriage came all three were ready, and Amelia had been caught up by Emma's enthusiasm. This enthusiasm was not to last for long; the dashing sailors had to set sail, leaving the two girls stood up and alone on a table for four.

"This is not what I had in mind," muttered Emma. "stuck here like two wallflowers. A dinner to honour a dammed Matador as well!"

"Shush!" Warned Amelia, knowing only too well how sensitive the Spanish felt about bullfighting.

"I won't shush," Replied Emma, much louder than she intended. "this Paquiro is no more than a butcher that chooses to do his slaughtering in public!"

A couple of heads turned from the table in front of them, and both girls quickly averted their eyes from the enquiring looks. Amelia found herself crossing her fingers as she hoped that none of them spoke English. As the evening progressed, she realised that this was probably a vain hope. As one, lady on the table kept giving them both the most unfriendly of looks. Georgina, on the other hand, was blissfully unaware of what was taking place across the room. Well not blissfully, as it would be hard for her to describe the laboured flirting of Mr Belmont to be a blissful experience. To her mind, he was the typical faceless, and for that matter chinless bureaucrat found so often in these posts. Not at all like the rough and ready steward from the steamship. When the blond lady approached and introduced herself as Mercedes Justina Peralta, Georgina was happy for the extra company. Happy but not for long, as the blond lady asked Mr Belmont to excuse them for a few minutes, the speed at which he left the table gave Georgina slight cause to be wary of this lady.

"Madame I believe those two young ladies are with you?" she said, nodding towards the girls table, already Georgina felt the urge to strangle her niece before being told anything further.

"Yes they are," she replied, forcing a smile as she realised just who this lady was. "that is my niece and her travelling companion."

"Ah! Your niece and a servant?"

"Not so much a servant... er... but yes, an employee of sorts." Georgina struggled to find the correct way to describe Amelia's role.

"This is a rather delicate matter," the blond lady continued, "one of your charges made very insulting remarks about Francisco Montes Reina, our guest of honour. As you should know, we would find it very hard to deal with a family who mocks our customs."

Georgina had to think fast, if it turned out that it was Emma that had made the remarks; she could well not get her import licence, if, on the other hand, it was only a servant, a grovelling apology might just do it.

"I am quite confident that my niece would not make any disparaging remarks, so I can only assume it was her companion. Have no fear though, I will find out, and you shall receive a full and frank apology."

"An apology from a servant girl?" The blond said with a bemused look on her face. "I was always led to understand that the British aristocracy dealt with their servants in a, should we say, more harsh manner."

Georgina now decided to wing it even further. "Rest assured Senora, she will be punished."

The blond nodded slowly, then smiled and said. "Good, we shall see you both at the Casa del Almirante tomorrow at three o'clock; she can deliver her apology, and you can deliver her punishment." Without waiting for a reply, she turned and left, to seek out Giles Belmont.

The return journey to the hotel was uncomfortable to say the least. No sooner had they got in the carriage than Georgina almost screamed.

"Are you so stupid that you didn't have the sense to think that some Spanish people can speak English?" Emma paled but stayed quiet, knowing better than to interrupt her aunt. "You truly are the family idiot, the table next to yours was the Peralta family, the very family that I have come here to trade with. For your information Mercedes Montes Peralta was educated in England, she speaks better English than you!" Emma was now reduced to just staring at the carriage floor her bottom lip quivering. "When we get back to the hotel go straight to your room, and if you have any sense keep well away from me. Amelia I need to have a little chat with you to see if I can save this situation."

Amelia nodded and said, "Yes, miss Georgina, anything I can do to help I will of course do."

"You may regret saying that, Amelia." Georgina almost whispered, still glaring at her niece.

In the lounge of the hotel, Georgina ordered tea for her and Amelia, then as the waiter left them she broke the hanging cloud of silence.

"I don't need to know what remark was made. I certainly don't need to know who made it, what possessed my sister to think that Emma going on a trip across Europe would be a good idea I can't say. You do realise you are going to be careering from one disaster to another don't you?"

Amelia only raised her eyebrows but didn't speak.

"Well that's for you two to worry about, not me. The problem I have, Amelia is this, Senora Peralta heard the remark but does not know which one of you made it. If it turns out to be my niece I will be tarred with the same brush, and any hope of making a deal will fly out of the window. On the other hand, if it turns out to be a servant that said it." Georgina saw the change in Amelia's face at the word servant. "Those were her words not mine. A frank apology... and... well a token punishment would be acceptable."

"Punishment?" Replied the now astounded Amelia.

"Yes, I can understand if you refuse, but think of it as a favour for my idiot niece, if not for her family. I would imagine a light spanking should suffice."

"Spanking?" Said Amelia, wondering to herself what is it with this family.

"Yes but I assure you this was not my idea." Said Georgina, blushing slightly at this half truth.

Amelia seemed to take an age, but finally nodded. "If that is what it takes, Miss Georgina."

The next day, the minutes seem to drag for Amelia, Emma was doing her best to stay in their room and well away from Georgina. Soon enough though it was time to leave for her appointment at the Casa del Almirante. Upon getting there they were shown into a large room, where sat Mercedes and to Georgina's shock Giles Belmont. Amelia looked ready to make a bolt for the door upon seeing Mr Belmont.

"Ah, Giles," Said Georgina, "I wasn't expecting to see you here today."

"I know, such a tricky thing, international relations and all that." said the odious Belmont as if he didn't want to be there.

"I take it by the fact that you are here," interrupted Mercedes addressing Amelia directly. "we can take your apology as given. Now there is only the matter of the punishment. Madame Georgina you will find this of use."

Mercedes then produced a velvet drawstring bag. Georgina opened it and pulled out a small multi strand whip with a wooden handle.

"A whip?" She said in disbelief.

"A martinet," Replied Mercedes. "commonly used in France, and sometimes here in Spain for the castigation and guidance of youths. I am sure it will be just as effective upon a servants naked behind."

Amelia shook her head; this was not at all what she was expecting.

"I was thinking more of a good spanking over her drawers." Said Georgina, as if she was in the market place and trying to barter.

"No, no, this is not a nursery punishment, this is to teach her to hold her tongue and respect our traditions." Mercedes reminded them.

"So if you could be so kind, Madame Georgina to help her strip."

"Strip?" Asked the now annoyed Georgina.

"Yes, she can show us her true humility by baring herself."

Georgina looked at Amelia, who seemed to be in a state of shock. "Mr Belmont," Georgina said trying to take control of the situation. "could you be so kind to leave us for the sake of decency."

Belmont just sat there, a half smile on his face.

"I have asked Mr Belmont to join us here today, so that he can see that we only give the girl an apt and suitable punishment. He is here for the girls well being," said the now grinning Mercedes, Georgina knew she had been had by the two of them.

Georgina was on the verge of telling them both exactly where to go, and also her views on bullfighting, damn them and their Sherry licences, when Amelia spoke in an almost inaudible whisper.

"Miss Georgina, could you help me with my buttons?"

Taken aback by the request, Georgina turned to Amelia, who merely nodded her ascent. With fingers shaking in rage Georgina first unbuttoned the dress, so it fell to the floor, then unlaced Amelia's stays from the back, they too joined the dress on the floor. Upon seeing Georgina start to hesitate, Mercedes again interjected.

"Please, Madame we don't have all day, shift and drawers next, or if you like Mr Belmont can assist."

Seeing Amelia shiver at that thought spurred Georgina on anew, and soon enough Amelia was naked apart from her stockings.

"How old are you girl?" Asked Mercedes.

"Nineteen, miss." Replied the dazed Amelia.

"Well, Mr Belmont I propose nineteen strokes of the martinet."

"Yes, Senora that would seem fair to me as well." said Belmont, drinking in Amelia's now bared charms.

"So be it, Madame, nineteen strokes," said Mercedes now addressing Georgina. " and please don't hold back, or I will be forced to take over. Bending across the back of that chair, I think."

In silence, Amelia took up her place, bending across the back of the low leather arm chair. Georgina brought the little whip across Amelia's pale buttocks, eliciting a little cry of pain or shock.

"A little harder I think, Madame." Said Mercedes.

"Yes I think so too," chirped in the increasingly annoying Belmont. "after all the girl isn't here for a tickling."

All the days frustrations came out in Georgina, without realising it she was now laying into Amelia with all the force she could muster. She was deaf to her cries of pain. She could not even see the increasing redness of the girls behind. She lost count of where she was at. She was in a rage, and poor Amelia was the floodgate for her stress. Then she heard a male voice shouting to her, drawing her back into the room, seeing the welts on Amelia's bottom for the first time she dropped the Martinet to the floor.

"Georgina, Georgina that was twenty one, you have finished her punishment!" Belmont cried out.

Georgina helped Amelia down from the chair and looked at her tear streaked face, and whispered. "I'm so sorry."

"Mr Belmont," said Mercedes, "I think we can leave the two ladies to get ready for their journey back, the carriage will be outside in half an hour." The two of them left the room leaving the naked Amelia sobbing on Georgina's breast.

After a few minutes for her to collect herself, Georgina started to help Amelia back into her shift and dress, leaving her stays and drawers off for the sake of comfort. After doing up the buttons at the back of Amelia's dress, she turned her around to face her, looking deep into her blue eyes she said.

"I hope she is really worth it."

Amelia nodded and said, "She is miss."


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Part 4,Emma's Penance!

After returning to the hotel, Amelia and Georgina made their way to their respective rooms. Amelia was not that surprised to find her room empty of Emma, shaking her head she lay down on the bed flat on her stomach, and tried to get some sleep. The previous events of the day kept replaying in her mind, so the seeking of sleep seemed to be a pointless exercise. Then eventually the door opened and in breezed Emma, the two girls eyes locked upon each other, but not a single word was said. Amelia returned to her pointless search for rest, as Emma picked up George Sand's, "Un Hiver a Majorque" for probably about the twentieth time fitfully flicking through the pages of French prose. Twice Emma made to speak of their coming journey to Mallorca, both times she stopped herself, not really knowing how to broach the subject.


Both girls got ready for their farewell dinner with Georgina in total silence, as Amelia stripped to get changed to go down to the dining room; Emma managed to sneak a peek at her friends bruised and welted buttocks. Again, she made to say something but couldn't think what to say, so stayed silent. Amelia pulled on a thin white dress, deciding, that for the sake of comfort to continue the night without stays and drawers. Again Emma thought to speak, again she could not find the words. So they made their way downstairs, still not a word spoken between them.
Georgina was already at a small circular table set for three; she pointed to the chair to her right.

"Amelia," She said, with a sad smile, "I asked the waiter for a cushion, I told him you had been out horse riding all afternoon."

"Thank you, Miss Georgina." Amelia replied in a whisper.

"Please drop the miss, just call me Georgina."

The two girls sat, Emma, particularly wary of her aunt tonight, had already decided only to speak when spoken to.

"I have already ordered the wine," Georgina said, then turned to Amelia. "are you still determined to continue with this journey?"

Emma gasped at the question and looked at Amelia her face panic stricken, Amelia merely nodded.

"You know," Georgina continued. "you could come and work for me. I appreciate hard working loyal staff, unlike my sister and her idiot offspring."

Emma could feel the redness flush across her face, but stayed silent.

"When this trip of yours finally comes to grief, and rest assured, it will come to grief." Georgina said, staring at Amelia still ignoring her niece to her left. "Get in touch with me, and I will have a place for you, plenty of travelling and I can assure you a lot higher salary then my sister is paying you."

Amelia managed a little smile.

"Thank you Georgina but I'm not that knowledgeable of wines and spirits."

"It can all be learned my dear," replied Georgina, handing Amelia a business card.

Taking the card Amelia thought to herself, what would it be like to work for this woman? A woman running a large business in a man's world? The idea more than intrigued her, and she placed the card in her clutch bag.

As always when the three of them were together, Georgina led the conversation, but tonight Amelia realised for the first time just how entertaining Georgina could be. She regaled them both with tales of her time in India, and all the adventures she had had since returning to England, and having to run her family business herself. Unlike, Lady Wallingford, she seemed to be more involved in her business, and did not give off the same air of self importance as her half sister.
Sitting there with the free flowing wine going to her head, Amelia felt quite decadent knowing that she was naked under her skirts. Each time the waiter came over with a dish, or even more wine, she could feel herself flush with excitement. As Georgina's conversation became more risque, instead of her usual reaction of shocked indignation, Amelia found herself giggling at Georgina's comments.
Emma, on the other hand, felt like a gooseberry to her aunt and her friend, she knew things had taken place earlier today that gave them a bond that she was not a party to. In fact, she felt jealous of their new found closeness, even though it was Emma's actions that had thrown the two of them together in the first place.

"Aunt Georgina," Emma said finally breaking her silence, "I think I may retire now, as we all have long journey's ahead of us tomorrow."

"Run along then." Georgina replied, not even looking at her niece.

"Amelia and I have some fino to try before we retire."

Emma arose from her seat, trying hard not to show that she was close to tears, and left for their room. As she lay in her bed, wondering what Amelia and her aunt were talking about for so long the door opened, and Amelia entered. Emma feigned sleep, too scared to ask Amelia anything in case the answer she received was not the one she was hoping for. In almost no time at all, Emma heard gentle snoring coming from Amelia's bed, alcohol induced sleep now sweeping over Amelia. Emma though knew no amount of wine would drive her to sleep tonight, as she lay there quietly weeping.

The light streaming into the room awoke a rather drowsy Amelia, as she went to pull a pillow over her face to block out the bright Spanish sun, she started at the sight of Emma sitting on her bed staring down at her.

"Wha.. what's wrong?" Asked the still sleep groggy Amelia.

"Nothing, I just like to watch you sleep." Said Emma, a weak, almost hopeful smile on her face. "Was yesterday afternoon really terrible?"

"Yes it was truly awful."

"What... you know... what exactly happened?"

"When we got there that horrid Belmont was there, to protect my interests as an Englishwoman abroad." Amelia said propping herself up in the bed on one elbow. "Then your aunt was forced to strip me. Strip me naked mind you, then whip me. Made to whip me very hard."

Emma burst into tears. "I'm so sorry, it was all my fault. I understand that." Emma said as she arose from the bed and walked over to the door and slipped the bolt over.

Puzzled by her friends actions, Amelia swept back her thin bed covers and swung her legs around and made to stand.

"Please stay where you are, Amelia." Emma said as she made her way back across the room, as she walked towards Amelia she bent down, taking the hem of her nightdress in her fingers lifting it up high clear of her hips. Amelia sat there stunned at her friends actions, watching in silence as the crudely exposed girl made her way to her side. Emma then bent across Amelia's lap.

"Please, Amelia give me the punishment that I deserve. Please." Pleaded the distraught Emma.

The hung-over Amelia looked down at the chubby olive cheeks on her lap; her immediate response was to give them a little pat, feeling the springy softness in her hand. Then all the things that had taken place over the last seven weeks sprang to her mind. The actions of the butler, birching, sodomy and spankings. The steward on board,the steamship,spanking her bottom to the colour of a red silk hanky. Yesterdays naked whipping. All these indignities piled on her just so she could accompany this spoilt child of a woman. The gentle pats turned to slaps, slaps that rebounded off the walls of the room. Normally when getting a rare punishment from her mother, Emma would breakdown into a mess of wailing and tears to reduce her chastisement. Not this morning though. This morning she wanted to feel and savour every blow. She wanted to show her friend that she could take her justly deserved punishment without complaint. No playing to the gallery today, today she was resolute that she could take whatever Amelia deemed fit to give her.
Outside in the hallway Georgina was passing by the door on her way to the dining room for breakfast, when she heard the noises coming from the room. Smiling to herself, she stopped to listen.
Amelia was now going to town on not only the upturned buttocks on her lap, but also the back of Emma's thighs. As the slaps rained down upon her, she grabbed tightly at the bed sheets to stop her hands flying back to protect herself, for Emma knew she deserved all that was coming her way. Amelia looked as the target wriggled around on her lap, so she brought a few slaps down onto the outside of Emma's hips to try and control the girls continuous wriggling. Now though, her hand was starting to hurt, but she felt that Emma was still in need of further punishment. She looked about the room; then her eyes fell upon a rubber plant in the corner of the suite. Helping the tearful Emma to her feet, Amelia said.

"Emma bring me that cane over from the plant pot."

Emma nodded slowly, as she rubbed vigorously at her bottom now knowing her punishment was nowhere near finished.
At the door, the eavesdropping Georgina smiled.
Emma scurried over to the plant pot, her night dress still held high her red bottom cheeks jiggling as she went. She cleaned the soil off the cane with her nightdress then handed it to Amelia.
Amelia had already grabbed the pillows off both beds, and piled them up at the bottom of Emma's bed; she then motioned to Emma and said.

"Put your tummy over them please, six of the best should bring this to a close." Amelia told her tearful friend.

"Please can I have something to bite down on? I don't want to call out." Whimpered Emma.

Georgina, her ear, now unashamedly pressed to the door, giggled.
In the room, Amelia nodded to Emma's request and gave her friend a dry face cloth from the toiletry set on the dressing table. She watched in silence as Emma folded it into a tight wad; a hopeful look crossed Emma's face as she smiled weakly at Amelia. Then knowing there would be no reprieve she popped it into her mouth, laid her tummy across the pillows and bit down hard. Then waited. Amelia now had the problem of delivering her "six of the best" to Emma; she had never caned anyone before.
How hard to hit?
How long between strokes?
She thought back to the style use by her last class mistress at school that seemed to have the desired effect on a clothed behind, so would be more than adequate across Emma's naked posterior. Amelia bent the bamboo slightly, testing it's springiness then took two paces to the rear of Emma's rear. Then with an almost hopping movement, she took one full fast step towards Emma, then when halfway through the second step she brought the cane flashing across Emma's naked behind. The forward motion of her small run up gave the cane the added velocity that would have been missing through her lack of experience. The result was immediate; Emma's whole upper body flew upwards in protest at the stroke, though she quickly returned to her position.

Georgina was now not giggling at the door; she was now swallowing hard, her tongue tracing the outside of her mouth trying to bring some moisture to her dry lips. She could hear the whistle of the cane, and the impact of the wood onto the bare flesh of her niece. Then silence, followed by the same whistle and crack. Georgina stood now counting each of the strokes, her mind throwing up a mental picture of what was going on in the room. She could feel the heat between her legs rise, gaining in intensity with the noise of each stroke, till finally the sixth arrived. Silence. Then she could hear the wailing of her now well chastened niece, between the sobs she could hear Emma give out a garbled apology, and plead with Amelia for her not to leave her, then plead for comfort.

"Perhaps there may be some hope for these two." Georgina thought to herself as she turned around and headed back to her room, after all breakfast could wait.


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Part 5 Amelia In Venice

Amelia lay back in her seat, as the gondola glided silently through the silken waters of the Grand Canal. She thought back on the journey so far, and on how Emma seemed to be turning the trip into some sort of literary homage. Mallorca had seen her trying to relive George Sand's and Chopin's time on the island, much to the Mallorquin's annoyance. It seemed to Amelia that Emma just has that gift of upsetting people wherever she is. Wandering around Valldemossa dressed in male garb and smoking cigars seemed to do the trick in alienating the locals. Though it did give Amelia much amusement as her friend, unused to tobacco spent nearly half an hour throwing up on the steps leading up to the old Charterhouse. Now though they were starting on the Byronic leg of their journey, to the point of even renting one the palace's where Lord Byron stayed in his time in Venice. They were both in for a shock though, when they reached there not so palatial destination, it would appear the word palace is bandied about rather freely in Italy. If the sight of their building were one shock, the second was to be told "the lady who hires is already here." The lady in question much to Emma's annoyance was her aunt Georgina.


"Hello girls, I bet you are surprised to see me here!" she said, greeting the two travellers.

"That is an understatement," said the rather petulant Emma, "why are you here in Venice, auntie G?"

"As always my journeys, unlike yours, are all about work and not just trips of fancy," she replied sarcastically, "though this week there will be an element of pleasure, the three of us have been invited to a masked ball."

"Really!" Exclaimed Emma, cheering up immediately at the mention of a ball.

"Yes tomorrow evening at the Palazzo Labia, it will give you both good time to sort out costumes." Georgina noticed her niece giggling. "This is precisely the sort of childish behaviour that I always refer to you as 'The Idiot' for. What is so amusing?"

"Well the name, Aunt." Emma struggled out between laughs.

"Labia is the name of an old and well respected powerful Venetian family, I recommend that any little laughs you want to have at the expense of their name you get out of your system now before we go there tomorrow." Georgina warned her young niece.

The rest of the day for Amelia was a blurred rush of activity, unpacking clothes and organising the evening meal; Amelia may be a travelling companion, but it made her no less of a servant. Sleep came very easy to her on her first night in Venice. The next morning was all rushing around; Emma had decided that she wanted to be Harlequin and declared that Amelia should be Harlequin's lover Columbina. As ever with anything of a practical nature, it was left to Amelia to sort out the costumes, helped by Georgina, who as always seemed to have an encyclopaedic knowledge of any area that she happened to be in, the two of them acquired the costumes from a fancy dress shop that specialised in masked balls. Georgina was amused both at Emma's choice of costume, and also Amelia's willingness to comply with her nieces wishes. For herself, Georgina chose an outfit of a Swiss Guardsman, cut to fit the feminine figure. As they dressed for the evening they looked quite a sight, Georgina and Emma both dressed in traditional male costumes, and Amelia dressed as the colourful servant girl. Georgina then declared that she had to go on ahead, as this was for her foremost a business trip and had things to sort out before the party began. Amelia and Emma were to follow her.



"Now you know where to tell the gondolier to take you?" Georgina asked Emma.

"Of course, with a name like that how could I forget." She replied between giggles.

It became evident to Amelia that whilst her and Georgina had been running about all day trying to sort everything out for the ball; Emma had spent the day sitting at the window facing the canal and working her way through Georgina's free wine samples. Emma though not drunk was well on her way. The final touch for Emma and Amelia was putting on their masks, they were now both ready for the night. The gondola ride was an awkward experience for Amelia, after giving the gondolier the name of their destination; Emma sat back and regaled Amelia with various disgusting reworks of the Labia family name. Amelia also noticed the confused look on the gondoliers' eyes, as he tried to make sense of Emma's pornographic ramblings.
The ball itself was a little disappointing, the Palazzo, like in truth most of Venice was just an echo of it's former glory. Emma though was determined to have a good time, a language barrier or not. The last straw for Georgina came when Emma spilt a tray of wine over her; Amelia waited for the volcano to erupt, to her surprise though, Georgina only took this as an excuse for them to leave early. Emma though had other ideas as she was chatting to a naval attache from Portsmouth, and she had no intention of cutting her night short.

"Well it is obviously no use me trying to reason with you," Georgina told her squiffy niece. "but if you are planning to stay, I suggest that we swap costumes, for I have no intention of travelling back stinking like a bodega."

"Bu... but your pantaloons will be way to long for me." Emma replied sulkily.

"It's either that or you come back with us now!" Georgina said, her voice brooking no argument.

To Amelia's surprise her young drunken friend agreed, and the two of them went to the bathroom to change costumes. On their return to the main room, Georgina merely beckoned for Amelia to follow her. Amelia though feeling guilty about abandoning Emma, tagged along behind Emma's young aunt. They both removed their masks as they stood waiting for the gondola to pull alongside the walkway. The gondolier smiled as he helped them both onto his boat.

"The old residence of your Lord Byron I would guess?" He said as he helped Georgina to her seat.

"Why yes!" She replied. " You speak very good English, but pray tell how did you know our destination?"

"Yes I speak good English; I used to work there for many years," He replied pleasantly. "my friend, the one who fetched you here earlier, he does not speak English so good, but has good memory, so I translate it all for him."

Amelia moved down a little in her seat as if trying to make herself smaller, perhaps unnoticed even.

"Before my friend became a gondolier," he continued. "he used to work for the Labia family, as did his father and his grandfather before him."

"How fascinating." Georgina replied out of politeness.

"Yes it is fascinating as you put it," the gondoliers voice now having a sarcastic ring to it, "fascinating that a family who opens it's doors to entertain you, is treated with such disrespect from you."

"Disrespect! What are you talking about my good man?" Georgina asked haughtily. The gondolier whistled across the canal and waved his lantern to the boat on the other side. Georgina looked on as the other boat came closer, and listened as the two men talked in rapid Italian. Georgina picked up enough of the conversation to realise what was going on, she looked at Amelia and merely said.

"Emma, again?"

Amelia nodded slowly, looking like she was on the verge of tears, Georgina shook her head, then spoke up.

"I'm afraid there has been a case of mistaken identity, it was my niece that your friend had on his boat earlier not me."

"I don't think so madam," the gondolier replied tersely, "it was Harlequin and Columbina that he took to the ball; it is Harlequin and Columbina that I see in front of me now."

"Shine your lantern on my face and he will see that it was not me." Georgina said, her temper now nearing a breaking point.

The two gondoliers again chatted rapidly in Italian, then the English speaking one replied. "What would be the point you both had your masks on earlier. We shall report your disgusting and obscene comments to your hosts, needless to say, I doubt any further invitations will be coming your way from them in the future."

Georgina sat back and sighed in impotent rage. The Labia family were nowhere near the power that they used to be, but they still held quite a bit of weight on the Venetian social circuit, and could prove to be a problem for Georgina business wise. Again her niece's little holiday was endangering Georgina's livelihood.

As Amelia looked on, Georgina stepped up and whispered into the gondolier's ear; she saw the gondolier looked at her, then he lent across and said something to the man in the boat alongside them; he then shrugged his shoulders and nodded with a large smile on his face. Past experience had taught Amelia should now be worried. The two gondoliers got onto dry land and helped the two ladies off the boat.

Georgina whispered to Amelia. "Don't worry, this is to pay you back for Cadiz."

The four of them then entered the dimly lit hallway of Byron's old residence, in the hallway there was a dusty chaise longue.

"This will do fine for what you have proposed." The English speaking gondolier said, as he sat down upon it.

Georgina moved forward, unfastening her pantaloons as she approached him, then lowering them to her knees. Amelia was at first shocked to see that Georgina was wearing no drawers, then realised that they to must have been soaked by the spilt wine tray. Then as Georgina laid herself across the man's lap she finally realised what was happening, Georgina was going to take a spanking for Emma's behaviour. Both Amelia and the other gondolier watched on in rapt fascination; the man lifted Georgina's top clear of her pale buttocks which seemed to shine in the weird half light of the hallway. Then he started to spank those pale buttocks.
Slowly.
Methodically.
From the very first slap, Georgina was squeaking out in protest. As the spanking, progressed the other gondolier grabbed hold of Amelia's hand and drew her towards him. As if in a trance she never resisted, her eyes stuck to Georgina's now pinking buttocks. Her ears full of Georgina's cries. Without fully knowing how Amelia now found herself standing in front of the gondolier with her back to him. He pulled her into him, through the thin cloth of her servant girls skirt she could feel his hardness pressing at her buttocks. She backed further onto him, watching as Georgina's pantaloons slid to her knees.
Watching as each time his hand descended on her bottom, she writhed on his lap, her pink fleshy sex flashing momentarily into view. She felt her hair being pulled back from her tiny ear, she felt his breath on her ear, as she watched the folds of Georgina's sex again flash into view; her pantaloons now trapped around her ankles. Amelia was dragged back from her trance like state as she felt his hands on her breasts, his fingers playing at her now erect nipples. Then the spanking stopped, the hallway was now silent apart from the heavy breathing escaping from four mouths. Amelia watched on as she saw his hand caress Georgina's punished bottom, then gasped in unison with Georgina as a finger explored Georgina's sex. Spurred on by what they were watching Amelia's gondolier started working up her skirt at the front. Again Amelia did not protest, she just stared on ahead as she saw Georgina rise from her gondolier's lap, only to bend over the chaise long again, lewdly presenting herself for her punisher's satisfaction.

Georgina looked back at Amelia and said, "it's about time you felt the touch of a man." As she saw Amelia's gondolier's fingers disappear into the flap of Amelia's Drawers. To Amelia's gondolier she said, "attenta, lei e virgine!"

Heeding Georgina's warning, the gondolier reluctantly withdrew his hand from Amelia, as his friend mounted Georgina from behind. He then turned Amelia to face him, and pressed down upon her shoulders. Amelia knew what was now expected of her, and she sank to her knees, she then worked at his trousers to release his rampant cock. Still staring at the couple now fully engaged in their carnal act, Amelia took her gondolier's manhood in her mouth. He then held her head gently, moving it slowly to tutor Amelia of the required pace. Still her eyes were locked upon Georgina's lovemaking; she did not hear her gondoliers gasps until she felt his hot jet discharge on the back of her throat, just as a scream echoed throughout the hallway.

"What the hell is going on!" A voice cried out.

All heads turned to the Swiss Guard standing in the open doorway.


'Amelia's Victorian Adventure'-Part 6 Amelia in Venice

Georgina and her gondolier disengaged them selves, much to Georgina's annoyance at being interrupted so close to orgasm, in such a dramatic fashion.

Amelia jumped back to her feet, all the effects of the nights previously consumed wine seemed to disappear, so was the sobering effect of Emma's scream.

Standing there in a daze at what she had just seen before her Emma was now lost for words, her aunt fornicating with a common gondolier, and her friend and lover pleasuring the other gondolier with her mouth.

Emma continued staring ahead as she saw her aunt struggling in an attempt to remove her boots.

"Don't you dare move Emma!" Her aunt spat out at her, as she finally kicked her boots clear, then they were quickly followed by her pantaloons.

Emma just stared in her drunken haze as she watched her now semi naked aunt storming towards her.

"This is all your fault!" Georgina screamed into Emma's face then turned around to show Emma her red beaten bottom. "This time though you won't getting off scot free, no, not this time."

Georgina roughly grabbed hold of Emma's hair and dragged her towards the vacated chaise longue.

"This is my niece that I was telling you about!" She said to her confused gondolier. " And I'm about to teach her a very valuable lesson!"

"Please auntie Georgina you can't, not here please!" Emma shouted in vain, as her aunt sat down on the chaise.

"Shut up!" Shouted Georgina. "I'm going to give you the spanking of your life, and I want that bottom of yours bare now, hurry up, or it will be all the worse for you!"

Emma had never sobered up so quickly; also she had never seen her aunt in such a rage either. She resigned herself to the fact it was pointless to argue, so she lowered the costume pants to her knees and waited.

"Girl are you deaf as well as stupid? I said bottom bared, now take down those drawers before I rip every stitch of clothing off your back!"

"Auntie G, please, it's not right, not in front of these men." No sooner had Emma said the word, than she recalled the scene that she had just walked in on.

"I'm not even going to count to ten," Georgina said through gritted teeth. "bare your bottom. NOW!"

Emma fiddled at the bows on her pale blue drawers, her fingers shaking in fear and shame. Amelia felt her hand being taken in a firm grip, by her gondolier, as they both watched on. Georgina's gondolier also moved back a little, to gain a better viewpoint.

Emma's olive skinned rear slowly came into view, as she lowered her underwear at a painstakingly slow rate trying to put off her inevitable punishment.

For all that she felt sorry for her friend, Amelia felt the familiar fluttering in her stomach at the idea of watching Emma receive a good long overdue spanking.

Georgina grabbed Emma by the arm and pulled her down across her lap, her strength taking Emma by surprise, almost immediately Georgina began bringing her hand down firmly on the young girls bare buttocks. Within seconds, they had turned pink and despite Emma's yelps and protests Georgina didn't ease up; instead she continued the relentless onslaught with more vigour, soundly spanking each cheek in turn harder and harder. Emma struggled and kicked and almost managed to pull herself free, but Georgina was much stronger and only hauled her back into position, making sure the girls bottom was presented high before continuing the barrage of stinging blows. Amelia watched in awe as Emmas' bottom turned from pink to crimson, she could almost feel the heat rising from her chastised skin. As the spanking continued Emma's screams echoed throughout the rooms of the palace, and no doubt could be heard outside to anyone passing, or for that matter, sailing by.

All the noise that she was making was falling on deaf ears as far as Georgina was concerned. This was going to be the punishment that had been building up for years, all her nieces antics sprang to Georgina's mind as she brought her hand down upon her pliant cheeks. The fact that her young charge in struggling to avoid the smacks was showing off her womanly charms to foreign males made no difference to the fuming aunt, she had already decided that this was going to be a spanking Emma would never forget. Suddenly though she stopped and helped Emma to her feet, the look on Emmas' face was one of pure relief, but it was short lived as Georgina stood up and pointed to the chaise longue.

"Bend over!"

"Wha.. what?"

"You heard me, bend over. Now!"

Emma meekly obeyed and with legs like jelly moved to the end of the chaise and bent over; tears were running freely now, and she waited for her aunts next move.

Georgina turned to the gondolier. "May I borrow your belt please?"

The gondolier grinned and quickly removed it and handed it to Georgina.

Emma stared up at her open mouthed and horrified. "Auntie, please, not that!"

"Six of the best I think." Georgina announced calmly as she doubled the belt over, then before Emma even had a chance to respond the belt landed across her bare skin; Emma squealed out in pain and indignation at the sting; it seared across her fleshy bottom like fire. Georgina waited a few seconds before delivering the next blow with equal gusto and determination.

Amelia felt that perhaps she should intercede on Emma's behalf; it almost seemed as though Georgina was immersed in some mad fit, but the grip on her hand, and the heavy breathing coming from her gondolier told her otherwise. She looked down to see that his cock had again regained it's original hardness, with her free hand she took a grip on it, and made movements similar to that of milking a cow. Amelia looked at his face in the flickering light and smiled, as her ministrations seemed to be doing the trick.

Emma kicked and writhed as Georgina delivered the last four lashes of the belt while continually cursing her nieces behaviour, when it was over Emma finally lay still, only a low almost mewing noise coming from her.

Georgina handed the belt back to her gallant gondolier, who was now also sporting a rampant erection. She then looked at Amelia, who was now kissing, and rapidly frigging off her gondolier.

Georgina waited.

She didn't have long to wait till Amelia's hand was covered with the gondolier's creamy seed.

"Amelia, can you show your new friend to the door." Georgina ordered in a quiet, steady voice. "Then you can help this imbecile up to her bed, I want to speak to you both in the morning."

Then turning to her gondolier, who had just finished threading his belt through the eyes on his trousers. "We still have a little unfinished business."


Amelias' victorian adventure, part 7-On The Train Home, Adventure Over

Amelia sat deep in thought, as the carriage rocked her back and forth on the train heading from London to Didcot. Her great European adventure now over cut short by Emma's aunt Georgina. So here she was heading back to her fathers house, thinking what she could tell him, knowing only too well that there were so many things that had happened in the past few months that she could never ever let him know about. The time at Lady Wallingford's country house, and the strict regime of punishment and sexual deviancy enforced by Harrison her butler. Nor could she tell him about her unnatural relationship with Emma, or the incidents involving Emma's aunt. As she thought it out there was more to keep from him, than to share with him!
She knew though that she had to explain to him somehow, why she was home from abroad so early, and the truth was not an option.

The truth was that Georgina had decided after the incidents in Venice, that her niece would have to return home, as she in Georgina's eyes was not mature enough to carry on with their journeying. She made this opinion very clear the morning after the debacle of the previous night, as she woke the two girls, who were both badly hungover.

"Right you two, get up and get dressed. I want to see you both in the drawing room!" She ordered.

Bleary eyed both girls got dressed in silence, Amelia Could see that Emma was still upset by last nights events; finally Emma broke the silence.

"I don't know how you could do that, and you a preachers daughter!"

Amelia was lost for words, for once Emma was right, for Amelia couldn't understand how things had developed the way they had with the two gondoliers. The irony of Emma's disgust was not lost upon Amelia, for all Emma's disgust at what she had seen, she took their own sapphic relationship as being no more than a deep friendship.

For all she could see Emma's double standards, it did not make Amelia feel any better about the situation, for in her heart she knew that the things that she and Emma did together were just as wrong. They both also knew that, after last night, Georgina could not rightly claim any moral high ground, but of course they both knew better than to point that out. So they did as she told them, and they both slunk into the drawing room.

As they entered the room, Georgina was standing looking out of the window down onto the Grand Canal. "Please both of you be seated," She said without turning to face them. "this won't take long."

They both sat side by side on the leather sofa, hands on their laps like two repentant schoolgirls being called before the headmistress.

"I have decided," Georgina continued. "that it is time to draw this follysome journey of yours to a close."

"But!" Emma said, only to be cut short as her young aunt spun around flaring at her.

"Did I ask you to speak?" Georgina demanded; Emma sat in silence and merely shook her head. "I thought not, Amelia I would recommend that you leave for home straight away, Emma will accompany me to the Rhineland. I will sort out all the relevant travel documents; I would advise you to avoid my sister. For no doubt, she will somehow blame you instead of her dolt of a daughter, as far as she is concerned her daughter can do no wrong. I, on the other hand, believe that the sooner we marry her off to some chinless wonder, the better!"

Amelia felt sorry for her friend who was now squirming in embarrassment at her aunt's berating.

"Humph! Married, then that would give me an excuse for such disgusting behaviour." Emma mumbled, but louder than she meant to.

"What! Don't you dare try and lecture me about my behaviour!" Screamed the now fully enraged Georgina. " The day I have to answer to a stupid little half witted virgin is still long off, and if you have any ideas about repeating what you saw, and this goes for both of you! You had better think long and hard about it, and for any thoughts you may have about your mother protecting you, the days that I've taken any notice of my deluded sister are long gone!"

At this final outburst, Emma ran out of the room in tears leaving Amelia sitting alone on the sofa.

"Are you not going to console your friend?" Georgina asked.

"No, not this time." Amelia answered flatly. "Though, to a certain extent she does have a point, I don't mean you. I'm referring to me."

Georgina looked closely at the expression of sadness on Amelia's face; she could see that tears were not far off for her niece's companion.

"Go on, Amelia." Georgina said softly.

"Well... well it's just that...." Amelia said struggling for the right words, staring down at the rug below her. "well I would love to take you up on that job offer that you gave me. It's just that I can't trust myself; it has been mad plain for me to see that I lack somewhat in my judgement."

"How so? All the problems have been caused by Emma's stupidity, not yours." Georgina said trying to console the now tearful girl on the sofa.

"That's it though, I could have reined her back, but for some reason I chose not to. The position that you mentioned would involve much travelling, I think I may be better off staying in the safety of my father's vicarage, under his guiding hands until that time that I marry, if of course I ever do." Amelia struggled out between sobs.

"You silly little lamb," Georgina said, as she sat next to Amelia upon the sofa putting her arm around her shoulder. "you think yourself a bad person?"

Amelia nodded.

"You think of yourself as not being able to be trusted out in the big bad world alone?"

Again Amelia nodded in silence.

"Perhaps if I acted as not just your employer, but as a de facto guardian that could make you feel more happy about taken the job?"

Amelia looked up from the rug a bewildered look in her teary eyes.

"I would take it upon myself, to take you to task over anything that I think is inappropriate, in both terms of your employment and your private life."

Amelia nodded slowly, as she wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I would be responsible for your moral welfare, be warned though I won't shy from physically chastising you when I think that the situation warrants it. Under these conditions do you think you could reconsider the position that I offered you?

For the first time, that morning Amelia smiled. "Yes, Georgina! I would gladly take the job under those strictures," Amelia said, her face and eyes both now aglow. "for the sake of my conscience though... I... I..."

"You feel that a punishment is in order from last night don't you?" Georgina interrupted Amelia's stumbling.

Again Amelia nodded slowly.

"No time like the present then, if you could get up and remove your skirt and underskirts!"

"Now?" Amelia said startled by Georgina's instruction. "What if Emma were to come back?"

"She would see your bare bottom being punished, and not for the first time." Georgina replied, a little impatience creeping into her voice. "So hurry up and get on with it, I have a busy day ahead of me!"

Reluctantly Amelia arose from the sofa, her shaking fingers at the buttons of her brown dress. Georgina moved to the centre of the sofa and placed a cushion onto her waiting lap.

"A good hard spanking should be enough to expunge the guilt of last night, do you think that will suffice Amelia?"

Her question was met with the expected silence, as Amelia folded her skirt, putting it on a side table; then her underskirts were also removed and folded, till she was standing in only her blouse, drawers and slippers.

"Over you go then, you can keep your drawers on, I can just unbutton the back."

Amelia got into position over Georgina's lap, knowing that the cushion was putting her bottom up at a very high angle, and should Emma come into the room all her charms would be on full view. Bearing in mind the relationship of their "friendship", that shouldn't really worry her, but somehow it did.

"Of course you know that it won't just be spankings that could be coming your way in the future." Georgina said as she set about opening the back of Amelia's drawers. "Canings may be called for at times, or maybe one of those slippers that you are wearing could be put to good use."

Amelia closed her eyes as she felt the flap of her drawers being pulled open, knowing her bottom was now bared, knowing the pain was about to start.

"Or perhaps I could buy a martinet that seemed to work very well." Georgina felt Amelia shudder at the reminder of their time in Cadiz. "For now though a harsh spanking should be enough, I warn you though it will be harsh!"

It took Amelia no time at all to realise that Georgina was serious in her words. From the very first smack, Amelia was squirming in a mixture of both pain, and embarrassment. She knew though that she could not complain, as she had all but asked for this punishment, hadn't she?
She bit down hard on her lower lip trying not to call out, trying not to alert Emma as to what was happening in the drawing room. Though deep down she knew that the noise of Georgina's punishing hand meeting with the soft flesh of her bottom, would be ringing out throughout the Venetian palace. She held on from not crying out, until Georgina changed her target area and the tops and inner parts of her thighs came in for the same treatment that her bottom had just had. Her drawers in some part offered limited protection to her thighs, but still Georgina's fingers stung even those parts that were still thinly covered.

Amelia was soon sobbing aloud, and also pleading for her new "guardian" to stop, Georgina though had other ideas. Georgina knew that this must be an exemplary spanking, one to show Amelia that she really meant business, anything less and Amelia would not feel fully cleansed.
Finally it ended, and Georgina helped the poor girl to her feet.

"Right, Amelia," Georgina said to the sobbing shaking girl in front of her. "I want you to go and stand in that corner by the fireplace, so that if Emma does come in here, it can act as a warning of what she can expect on our journey home. I'm going out now to sort out your travel documents, and I expect you not to move till I get back. Do you understand?"

"Ye... yes..., Georgina I understand." Amelia replied. She did not move from the spot till Georgina got back.

Not even when Emma came in and asked her what had happened. She just stood there.
Stock still, silent, awaiting her guardian's return.

That brings her back to where she was now, as the train neared Didcot, still not knowing what she could tell her father.

Her adventure was over, but her life was now, just about to begin.

THE END