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  Georgie had always felt close to her sister, and although they’d spent relatively little time actually living together, she would always have fond memories of the parts of their childhood they shared at the Manor.

  It was still sunny but the wind had turned a bit chilly after the warm morning, and Georgie slipped her arm through Lily’s to keep warm. She stared out over the lake, the sky bright but patchy and growing clouds threatened rain later. The surface of the water mirrored the sky, and Georgie felt as unsettled as the weather.

  ‘You really should come and visit me up at Cambridge, you know. I feel like I haven’t seen you for ages. There are lots of nice boys I could introduce you to,’ Georgie said, feeling the warmth of her sister beside her.

  Lily looked at her suspiciously. ‘Has Dad put you up to this?’ she demanded, glaring at Georgie, her nostrils flared in anger.

  ‘No, he hasn’t. I promise. I just miss my little sister, that’s all. Cambridge is hardly at the end of the world. I just wish you would visit a little more regularly.’

  Lily stayed silent. Georgie stopped her in her tracks and spun her around so they were face to face. ‘Honestly,’ she insisted, gripping Lily by the arms to emphasise her point.

  Lily eyed her sister for a second, her wide blue eyes searching Georgie’s face for any sign of betrayal. Then her expression softened and she visibly relaxed. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘it’s just Dad’s on my case all the time. Saying I’m passing up an amazing opportunity by turning down the place at Oxford he got for me. Or should I say, bought for me? He just doesn’t understand I see things differently, I need to live my own life.’

  ‘I know,’ said Georgie, sympathetically. ‘He just wants what’s best for you.’

  They stood in silence for a moment, then Lily resumed walking.

  ‘So, what time is everyone arriving tonight?’ Lily asked, not meeting Georgie’s eye.

  ‘Around eightish, I think. Mum’s arranged the whole thing, and you know what she’s like. Even though it’s my birthday I think you, me and Bunnie will be the only ones under forty-five.’ They both laughed at the shared joke.

  They were used to the formal parties thrown by their parents. When they were younger it had all seemed so glamorous Georgie would cry and beg to be able to stay up and attend, but Nurse would have them tucked away safely in bed before the guests began to arrive. Georgie would lie in bed straining her ears to listen to the party in full swing, the chatter of voices, the chinking of cutlery and later the music that would go on all night.

  Georgie and Lily used to sneak out and look over the banister to catch a glimpse of the women wearing the most beautiful ball-gowns, and they talked about the time when they would be old enough to be as glamorous and join in the fun. But now they had attended a number of these functions and Georgie found them rather tedious, filled with stuffy middle-aged men and their bitterly pompous wives.

  But Georgie had plans to celebrate her twenty-first the way she wanted, with her friends when she went back to university, so she didn’t mind her parents throwing her a party too, and she was excited to see what present they had bought for her. After all, it’s not every day that your oldest daughter turns twenty-one.

  ‘Eight o’clock, I should be back by then,’ said Lily absentmindedly.

  ‘Why, where are you going? You can’t miss the party,’ said Georgie.

  ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be back in plenty of time, I just have to go and see a man about a dog,’ said Lily, tapping the side of her nose with her finger, conspiratorially.

  Probably going to pick up my birthday present, Georgie thought, smiling to herself.

  ‘Come on, I’ll race you back to the house,’ said Lily, breaking away from her sister and sprinting back across the lawn towards the manor. Georgie ran after her, breathing hard, trying to catch up, but she couldn’t help feeling that Lily was holding back on something. Maybe she could get her to open up after a few glasses of champagne at the party later.

  By the time Georgie reached the house Lily had disappeared, and the ground floor was a hive of activity with people busily making preparations for the night’s festivities. Georgie hadn’t forgotten the events of that morning, and the memory of being caught mid-climax made her insides ache and she longed to be able to satisfy her insatiable need.

  She hurried upstairs, aware that yet again she was late. Nurse would have her bath run by now and she didn’t want to keep her waiting; she was in enough trouble already. She was slightly out of breath by the time she reached the top floor of the house, and as she approached her bedroom door she felt her heart begin to race at the site of the formidable figure that awaited her. Nurse had her back to the doorway and was staring out of the window onto the driveway below. At six feet tall her size portrayed great strength, and despite a slender figure she carried herself with confidence and an air of natural authority.

  Without turning her head, her hands clasped firmly behind her back, she spoke in a voice that sent an involuntary shudder through Georgie. ‘Your bath has been prepared, Miss Georgina.’

  Silently Georgie got undressed, walked into her ensuite and climbed into the bathtub. Nurse turned from the window, following, her cool grey eyes taking in Georgie’s nakedness. Georgie blushed and kept her head bowed as the older woman approached the tub. She couldn’t tell if she was still cross about that morning’s incident, but the memory of it made it impossible for Georgie to meet the other woman’s eye.

  ‘You should be ashamed of your earlier behaviour,’ Nurse admonished, confirming that she was indeed still cross about it. ‘You are a lady and it is about time you learned how to behave as one.’

  She knelt by the side of the bath, and at this level Georgie couldn’t help but look at her. She had always thought Nurse must have been extremely beautiful as a young woman, but the years had not been kind and although her features were still elegantly defined, she’d lost the spark that surely once burned behind her eyes. She now had a hard quality to her, always conservatively but immaculately dressed, her grey hair pulled into a harsh bun at the back of her neck. Her appearance reminded Georgie of a cross between a woman in mourning and a nun. However, Nurse did have a softer side and often her actions were motherly rather than harsh towards Georgie.

  Nurse poured oil into her hands and Georgie could smell the rose scent as it was slowly applied all over her body. Nurse started at her neck and shoulders and moved down over her breasts and stomach. Her hands worked below the surface of the water, coating her legs and thighs with the heavy oil. Georgie couldn’t suppress a tiny shudder as the hand reached her most intimate place and massaged it as vigorously as she had the rest of her body. She allowed herself to lay back and enjoy the sensations of being touched and stroked all over. Maybe Nurse wasn’t that angry after all, she thought. And it was her birthday.

  The hand withdrew from the water and Georgie opened her eyes to see Nurse reach for a stiff-bristled scrubbing brush. She tensed, her breath catching in her throat at what was coming next. Nurse plunged the brush into the water and unceremoniously began to scour Georgie’s vulnerable flesh. She squirmed and thrashed about in the water as the cruel bristles scraped and scratched her skin.

  ‘Now stop being silly,’ scowled Nurse. ‘We have to get you ready for the party.’ She gripped Georgie firmly by the top of her arm and continued to scour the delicate flesh, leaving her red-raw and silently sobbing. Georgie noticed the scrubbing was prolonged and more vigorous in certain areas. Her bottom was scrubbed particularly hard and the bristles felt like tiny needles being raked over her skin, and the insides of her legs and thighs burned.

  Georgie was loath to show how much pain she was in, and vowing to remain silent she breathed deeply as the stiff bristles set her nipples on fire. To her relief it stopped and her arms were released. She sank back into the water, her skin burning, and she had pins and needles all over.

  ‘That’s bet
ter, nice and clean,’ Nurse said.

  Georgie let out a sob in response. She knew what was still to come and didn’t want to go to her fate willingly.

  ‘Time to get out now please, Miss Georgina,’ Nurse said matter of factly.

  Reluctantly Georgie climbed out, dripping water on the shiny tiles, the sharp pain from the bristles slowly melting into a warm tingle from top to toe. She trembled uncontrollably with anticipation. A strong breeze from the window left open in the bedroom made her break out in goose bumps, her nipples reacting the same and puckering in response.

  Nurse was standing in front of Georgie, her expression impassive, only a bead of sweat on her brow betraying her exertion. ‘Now it is time for your punishment,’ she said. Georgie detected the glee barely hidden in her voice and began to tremble in earnest, aware that each violent shudder set her dripping breasts quivering.

  ‘No, please, it’s my birthday.’ Georgie spoke before she could stop herself. Now she was in for it; she knew better than to answer back.

  ‘My dear girl, that’s no excuse for your disgraceful behaviour this morning. I have never witnessed such a depraved act in my entire life. I shudder to think where a respectable young lady like you has learnt such transgressions. However, I am not a woman without emotion and I understand you may have been a little overexcited at the prospect of tonight’s party, so I will only give you twenty instead of the forty you would receive on any other day.’

  ‘Thank you, Nurse,’ Georgie said with genuine gratitude. Twenty she could tolerate. She had once been forced to endure a hundred because Nurse caught Joe Taylor, a boy from the village, climbing out of her bedroom window in the middle of the night. She shuddered to think how many she would have received if Nurse had caught them ten minutes earlier with his cock in her mouth.

  ‘Take up the position please,’ Nurse instructed.

  Shakily, Georgie stepped out of the puddle of water she had dripped on the floor and walked over to the grand chaise longue below the window in her room. She took up her well-practised position, kneeling with her arms over the raised side, her breasts resting on the back of the chair. With her knees apart she dipped her back and thrust her bottom out.

  The upholstery was already getting damp where Nurse had not allowed her to dry. Georgie hung her head and looked at the floor, just wanting to get it over with. Nurse’s flat-heeled shoes shuffled on the rug towards her. Naked and blushing with humiliation Georgie tensed her shiny wet bottom and waited for the inevitable.

  There was no warning as the first spank landed on her buttocks with a brutal sting. Georgie squealed and bucked against the back of the chair. The pain was worse than she remembered it, maybe because her delicate skin was still wet and raw from Nurse’s vigorous scrubbing.

  The second spank landed with a sharp crack and Georgie threw her head back. A low moan escaped her lips as the comforting warmth started to spread through her body.

  ‘This is for your own good,’ Nurse said as she delivered the third and fourth slaps in quick succession, making Georgie’s pert bottom dance and jiggle.

  ‘You have been a very naughty girl,’ Nurse continued. ‘We can’t let that sort of deviant behaviour go unpunished.’

  Nurse found her rhythm, relentlessly spanking Georgie’s soft flesh. ‘You’re just lucky it was me who caught you and not your mother or father. What would you have done if it had been one of them?’

  Georgie’s cheeks burned with shame at the thought of either one of her parents seeing her like that. The hot prickling in her buttocks provoked by the spanking began to spread down her thighs and between her legs. She wanted to reach down and touch herself to relieve the growing tension building there.

  ‘Open your legs wider,’ instructed Nurse.

  Georgie obeyed, knowing her glistening pussy would betray her. A well placed slap on the top of her thigh caught her off guard and her gasp of surprise turned into a moan of longing as she willed Nurse’s next strike to land squarely between her legs. She held her breath in the silence, adrenaline coursing through her body, but the next slap didn’t come and instead she heard Nurse’s voice, her tone incredulous.

  ‘I don’t believe it! Is there no curbing your appetite, you filthy girl?’

  She’d obviously spotted what Georgie had not wanted her to spot. With two slender fingers the older woman held apart Georgie’s sex lips, and with a third she found the small nub of her clitoris and gave it a couple of strokes. ‘You dirty girl,’ Nurse admonished, pinching the erect button. ‘Such an aroused clitoris!’

  Georgie moaned at her touch and began to gyrate her hips, hoping Nurse’s finger would slide deeper inside her. She longed to be penetrated, but she remained maddeningly frustrated as Nurse withdrew her fingers, slick in traitorous juices. She dug her fingernails deep into the fabric of the chair to stop herself reaching back and plunging her own fingers into her aching hole. ‘Please,’ she murmured, lifting her red bottom higher, exposing all that lay between. ‘Please,’ she begged louder.

  The answer came with a loud slap that sent jolts of pain through her body, turning into ripples of pleasure as they reached her throbbing clit.

  ‘You dirty little girl!’ Slap!

  ‘Filthy whore!’ Slap!

  ‘You are no more than a common little tramp!’ Slap!

  ‘There is only one way to put a stop to this sort of wicked behaviour!’ Slap!

  ‘And that is to beat it out of you!’ Slap!

  As Nurse rained down a torrent of blows she continued to hiss insults. Georgie was almost delirious, the punishment, both degrading and delicious, consumed all her senses. She was powerless to stop the moans and gasps that escaped her lips. There was a tightening feeling in the pit of her stomach and she knew she was about to come. Gasps turned to shrieks with each hard smack on her rosy red globes.

  She turned her head to see Nurse staring avidly at her dripping pussy through lust-filled eyes, a small smile on her thin lips, her face red and sweating from the exertion of the beating. Still watching Nurse, Georgie thrust a hand between her legs and began rubbing her hardened clit with her palm. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably but she no longer cared what Nurse thought of her. Every cell in her body was crying out for release.

  Nurse looked up and met Georgie’s eye, all trace of a smile now gone, replaced by a cold hard stare. Remaining silent she landed spank after spank on Georgie’s exquisitely punished ass. Georgie held her gaze, her own hand working faster between her legs. Her deviant behaviour watched by Nurse only served to heighten her perverse pleasure. Her orgasm exploded from her violently and sent shockwaves to her core. Convulsing and thrashing she kept her eyes on Nurse until each wave of pleasure had subsided. She collapsed on the chair, trembling and bathed in sweat, struggling to catch her breath.

  The older woman leant over and brushed a damp hair from Georgie’s cheek. She was so close to Georgie’s face she thought she was going to kiss her.

  ‘Slut!’ she spat, before turning to leave the room.

  Bunnie entered the shade of the wooden building and into the stalls where the estate horses were kept. Equestrian equipment lined the walls; saddles, harnesses, crops, hats and other miscellaneous objects used for the grooming and keeping of horses. It was nice and cool inside and the smell of leather and hay was an intoxicating mixture. There was no sound from outside; all she could hear was the softly creaking beams of the old wooden structure.

  As Bunnie went through the routine of grooming the horse she realised the activities of the last few hours had left her feeling satisfied but still consumed with a longing. She lit a cigarette, her usual method of calming her nerves in any stressful situation, and thought of all the things she wanted to do with Georgie when they met up that evening. She wanted to make it a birthday for her friend to remember. She stubbed out the cigarette on the floor and picked up the nearest riding crop.

  A noise
from outside stopped her before she could mount. The faint but familiar whistling of the irritable estate’s groundsman, known only to her by his last name - Adams. As children, Bunnie and Georgie were always afraid of the grizzly figure. He seemed to tower above them and had, on more than one occasion, caught them doing something they shouldn’t and had hauled them back to the Manor to be punished.

  The whistling grew louder as Adams approached the stable entrance and Bunnie’s stomach did a little flip. She swallowed the lump that was suddenly in her throat, determined not to show the affect he had on her. His shadow blocked out the light in the doorway as he paused, and Bunnie could only see him in silhouette. The menacing bulk stepped inside, having to duck to avoid hitting his head on the low frame.

  He looked around the stable, frowning a little as he sniffed the air like an animal. Without saying a word he looked Bunnie up and down, his eyes lingering on the cigarette packet still in her hand, and then to the stub on the floor. Despite her resolve Bunnie’s insides seemed to turn to jelly and she was suddenly thrown back to her childhood and the dread that she felt at being caught in the act of some misdemeanour. Her legs were trembling so much she thought they might collapse under her, as she waited for him to say something.

  ‘Is that yours?’ he asked, pointing to the cigarette on the floor.

  ‘Yes, yes it is, I’m sorry,’ Bunnie stammered. ‘I usually pick them up,’ she explained. Her legs were in real danger of giving way as Adams’ face contorted with rage. She had somehow managed to make him even angrier. All she wanted to do was get out of that stable and as far away from him as possible. She had to bite her lip to stop it trembling and she fought back hot tears.