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Lundi 24 mai 1 24 /05 /Mai 06:00

BR EV 01 01The scene takes place at Glendale House. The living-room doors open onto the entrance hall, where applicants for a maid’s job, published the previous day in The Times, are waiting to be interviewed. Among them, Josette is sitting on a bench, her back straight. The girl interviewed before her returns in tears, a handkerchief in her hand. She’s the fifteenth that morning to leave the room in such a condition. Flegmatic but with a hint of mockery in his eye, George, the butler, leads Josette into the living room, closing the doors behind her. Lady Alexandra is seated at the far end of the room, her face stern. Lost in some dream, her bitch Diva lies at her feet. The young girl, paralyzed by fear, remains motionless on the threshold.

- Well, come here, I won’t eat you! [Feeling she is being watched, Josette moves forward cautiously]

- What is your name?

- Josette, Mistress

- Here, all servants call me Madam, is that clear?

- Yes, Madam

- My poor Josette, you’ve been out of luck with your parents! You cannot possibly retain such an absurd first name! In my home you will be known as [She thinks]… Justine, oBR EV 01 02r rather, no, Beatrice. Yes, that’s it, Beatrice. The right name for you. It has flavour, smacks of a good education, with a touch of bitchiness, your very image! And how old are you, Beatrice?

- Eighteen, Madam

- That’s perfect, I love youth. So do my guests. Have you already worked?

- No, Madam, this is my first job.

- Fine, I dislike bad habits! By hiring you still a virgin, as it were, I can train you as I see fit!

- I promise you to learn fast

- We shall see! Meanwhile, show me what you know! Walk to the door! Are you ready?

- Yes, Madam

- Wait a minute, hitch up the back of your skirt, high!

- But Madam!

- Silence, you silly goose! It is I who gives orders here, don’t have me repeat it! [Beatrice obeys and uncovers white cotton knickers, that deliciously mould her highly-set buttocks]

- Now, walk back towards me hitching up the front of your skirt. [Beatrice does so, uncovering the top of her white thighs and the mound of her pelvis through the material]

- You have pretty legs anBR EV 01 03d slender ankles. Tell me Beatrice, do you have relatives?

- No, Madam, I am an orphan.

- That’s perfect [aware of having blundered, she corrects herself at once] I mean so young, I am really sorry for you, that’s very sad. But don’t worry, you’ll never feel lonely for long, I’ll have you by my side at all times, right under my hand [smile] and I’ll look after you just like a mother.

- Thank you, Madam.

- Remove your skirt and your blouse! [Increasingly puzzled, Beatrice dares not move]. Now, lower your knickers to your knees and put your hands behind your back. Good gracious, we’ll have to shave all that off. Blandine will see to it. Turn round and lean forward. That’s better, that’s actually perfect, with curves like you have, you’re going to be a real success, my girl! By the way, have you already been spanked or flogged?

- Yes, Madam, often, when I was at school. [Lady Alexandra smiles]

- I knew it! And why were you punished?

- My teachers believed all I thought of was having fun and exciting the boys.

- By the way (Lady Alexandra’s fingers stray into the young girl’s pubic hair and gently part her nether lips), you must have a boyfriend?

- No, Madam.BR EV 01 04

- That’s fine, I prefer it that way, you won’t have your mind on other things! In any case, don’t you dare make passes at boys, is that understood?

- Yes, Madam.

- Remove your bra! [Beatrice reveals ample and firm breasts, with wide areolas and small, erect, nipples. Alexandra teases them. The young girl remains silent, apparently not displeased. The silence is suddenly broken by someone knocking at the door.]

- Come in! [Pretending to be surprised] Well, George, what is it?

- An urgent letter, Madam. [He respectfully proffers the message on a small silver plate and remains standing while she reads it. The butler’s eyes dwell at length on Beatrice’s nakedness. Lady Alexandra realizes but pretends to be absorbed in the letter, and lets a long silence build up in the room]

- There will be no answer, George. [He leaves].

- Well, Beatrice, you may get dressed. From now on, you will be my chambermaid.

- Oh, thank you, Madam!

- Don’t get high hopes too quickly, you don’t know what’s coming to you! I am hiring you for a trial period, we’ll see where we stand in three months. Then I will decide whether or not I can keep you.

- I will do the utmost to be wBR EV 01 05orthy of your trust, Madam.

- Well, do the utmost indeed, as I will be personally in charge of your training. Be warned, I am both very demanding and very strict. I want order, discipline and obedience. I intend to break you in until you are perfect; is that clear?

- Yes, Madam.

- You will be accommodated in the outbuildings, with the other servants. Don’t be surprised if your bedroom door cannot be locked, I have the right to enter at all times. There are no shutters either, this will oblige you to rise at dawn, nor any curtains, as I wish to watch you and have you watched permanently.

- Yes, Madam.

- You shall wash in cold water. It will work wonders for your complexion! No makeup, I’ll see to that whenever it’s required.

- Right, Madam.

- You’ll take your meals in the pantry, George will show you.

- Thank you, Madam.

- My servants are allowed out once a week, on Sundays, and I occasionBR EV 01 06ally grant them a little pocket money, when I consider it is deserved.

- Thank you, Madam.

- But I forbid you any visitors and I shall open your mail. Did you hear that?

- Yes, Madam.

- I forbid you to wear any personal clothing or anything other than your French maid’s uniform. Every morning, you will collect your linen for the day from me and show me the previous day’s linen, before washing it.

- Yes, Madam.

- You may leave. George will show you to your room. I expect you here tomorrow at 11 sharp for your first lesson.

- Right, Madam.

- Beatrice?

- Yes Madam [Alexandra tilts up her maid’s chin, moves her face closer and stares deep into the girl’s eyes]

- Beatrice, I have high expectations from you, don’t you dare disappoint me…

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Mercredi 26 mai 3 26 /05 /Mai 06:00

BR EV 03 01The scene takes place in the small sitting room at Glendale House, where Lady Alexandra customarily retires to attend to her daily business and read, whenever she has a few minutes to spare, or to informally host passing visitors.

The room is located on the ground floor, and its high French windows open onto a sloping lawn, impeccably mown and still showing alternate stripes of pale and bright green. A couple of blackbirds hop around the grass, while the sunshine bathes the stone frontage and creeps indoors through the openings. In the wide rays of oblique light, that gently warm the floorboards, golden particles of dust dance slowly. The gentle murmur of a nearby fountain brings a touch of coolness to the atmosphere. A subtle fragrance of honeysuckle pervades the air and in a climbing rose tree, a half-open flower amplifies the busy humming of a bee.

- Beatrice, you must first and foremost learn to walk with grace and elegance.

- Yes, Madam.

- Walk to the window and back, slowly, taking small steps.

The maid is obviously not accustomed to wearing high-heeled pumps. She moves heavily and clumsily, on the verge of falling over.

- That’s no good at all, that’s even very bad. I didn’t tell you to take loBR EV 03 02ng strides. You look like a lumberjack! I said small steps, try again!

Beatrice walks back to the window, but she’s unsure of herself. When turning round, she twists her ankle, and just manages to right herself by grabbing the mantelpiece.

- Listen, Beatrice. I am very patient and have plenty of time, but you will not leave this room without knowing how to walk exactly as I wish, is that clear?

- Yes, Madam.

- Well, then, pay attention and show me you have understood.

The maid obeys. Her steps are smaller, but, afraid of falling, she dares not raise her feet from the ground and shuffles along as if she was moving on cloth pads.

- I didn’t ask you to polish the floor either! Really, I feel you are going to cause me trouble. Come here, we’ll try another method. I know a very efficient one!

Lady Alexandra grabs her maid by the wrist and, in a well-rehearsed gesture, tips the girl over her knees, her bust leaning forwards and her feet off the ground.

- A first-rate spanking, that’s just what you need to set the record straight! You’ll have to get used to it, there will be plenty of them with me! I’ll spank you as long as I need to, until I get exactly what I want!

Lady Alexandra lifts the maBR EV 03 03id’s skirt, to clear her knickers, and with her left hand, holds the girl’s arm tightly to prevent any resistance on her part. The spanking begins. The blows are applied firmly, neither too fast nor too slowly, upon each buttock in turn. Beatrice tries to wriggle away but her mistress, ignoring her protests, continues undeterred. After some sixty blows, she stops, however, and the maid, thinking the trial is over, stands up.

- Beatrice, who allowed you to stand up?

- But Madam…

- Get back into position at once. This was a mere warm-up, you have seen nothing yet, my pet. Have you forgotten what a normal spanking is like?

- Oh no, Madam!

- Watch out, if you compel me to remind you, you’ll pay even more dearly!

- Oh, no Madam. They’re given with knickers down, Madam!

- Fine, I see your memory serves you better in case of need! Now repeat after me: “Madam, I have amply deserved to be punished and I beg you to give me a very severe spanking with my knickers down.”

Beatrice, her cheeks flushed and with tears in her eyes, repeats the sentence half-heartedly.

- Fine, you ask me so nicely!

An expert in the art of staging, Lady Alexandra takes her time. She first strokes the curves facing her, gently exploring the satin texture of the skin, then, with the tip of her long lacquered nails, she delicately pulls down the elastic belt of the knickers, lowering them half-BR EV 03 04way down the girl’s thighs, to that very place where the maid will experience both the degrading feeling of her posture and the exasperating absence of her ultimate piece of clothing.

Someone knocks at the door. It’s Andrew. The unexpected arrival of the gardener provides an opportunity for the mistress of the house to keep him in the room and further humiliate Beatrice by starting to spank her again before him. The maid squirms frantically, enraged at feeling thus exposed to a man.

- Come in, Andrew, you’re right on time, I want you to change all the bouquets. For once, try to show some originality! I want huge crimson sprays, just like this young lady’s buttocks!

- [Puzzled] Yes, Madam

The blows resume in series of ten, with a pause in between, each time leading the maid to believe her ordeal is over. Lady Alexandra takes care to apply a uniform hue to the girl’s red behind. She struggles and wiggles, spreads her legs and immodestly exposes her most intimate parts. Having first slipped down to her knees, her knickers are now tangled around her ankles. Andrew, while pretending to be absorbed in his flower arrangements, enjoys every bit of the scene. Defeated, Beatrice finally breaks into sobs. The mistress of the house, impatiently awaiting that moment, cannot help celebrating her victory by continuing the punishment for several more minutes.

- That’s enough, you may stand. What do you say?

- [Hiccuping] Thank you, MadBR EV 03 05am.

- Put your hands on your head! Repeat after me: “I thank Madam to have been particularly lenient this time. I shall continue to be very severely punished until Madam is totally satisfied”.

Pretending to study the result of her handiwork, Lady Alexandra turns her maid round to face the gardener. Pleading an urgent order to be given, she walks out of the room, leaving the girl in that position.

- [Returning five minutes later] Where were we, Beatrice? Ah yes, get dressed and let’s resume the lesson. Remember what I told you!

Beatrice begins to walk with more confidence. The bottom of her skirt barely hides the redness of her thighs. She’s all the sweeter, while she practices taking small steps and slightly raising her knees. After a few attempts, something clicks. The maid suddenly feels much more comfortable, and walks up and down the room several times in a row.

- There we are, that’s much better, I knew you’d understand in the end! Now, do it again! Remember to keep your head upright, your eyes down, throw out your chest and arch your loins.

- Yes, Madam.

- Wait, I’ll tie your wrists and your arms behind your back. This will force you to find your balance and throw out your chest.

Beatrice walks up and down again, delighted with her discovery. She smiles at herself in the looking-glass and admires her figure when turning round, encouraged by a knowing look fBR EV 03 06rom Lady Alexandra.

- Try to swing your hips and buttocks just a little. Yes, that’s it, don’t overdo it, now come back towards me, it’s nice to feel your body swaying, isn’t it?

- Oh yes, Madam!

- Imagine that all the men present are ogling the small of your back!

- Oh yes, Madam, thank you Madam!

- I knew you’d enjoy it, you little bitch! Stay there, I’ll open the door, I want to watch you walk all the way to the front door.

Beatrice walks across the impeccably polished, black and white checkered floor. Behind her back, the prim loops of her apron follow the delicious movements of her skirt, taut over her plump buttocks. She moves away. She cannot see the broad smile on Lady Alexandra’s face.

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Samedi 5 juin 6 05 /06 /Juin 06:00

BR EV 13 01Sitting before her dressing-table, Lady Alexandra is getting ready for dinner. Beatrice stands next to her, fascinated by the mirror where she watches her mistress line the inside of her eyelids with a pencil, then brush her lashes with an “ultra volume” mascara, before completing the task by arranging her fringe of fair hair.

- Beatrice, you know that my friends Gisèle and Pierre are coming to dinner?

- Yes Madam, George warned me.

- They come from Martinique.

- Where women are meek, Madam?

- Instead of joking, come closer! [Lady Alexandra takes a powder puff and applies an embellishing blush in small circular touches to her maid’s cheekbones]

- Oh, thank you, Madam.

- Wait, that was for the upper cheeks. I must also look after the nether ones!

She tips the girl over her knees, bust leaning forwards, feet off the ground, hitches her skirt and without giving her time for thought, thoroughly spanks her until a fine scarlet colour spreads evenly in two symetrical circles all over her curvaceous shapes.

- Pink cheeks and crimson buttocks, my friends are going to love this! Now, stand up, and arrange your clothing, I want you spick and span! You’ll help Blandine serve drinks.

Nettled by having to share the stage with her rival, but secretly happy with this oportunity to put herself at an advantage before Blandine, the maid takes meticulous care iBR EV 13 02n arranging her garments. In pulling up her stockings. Turning around, in checking that the seams are dead straight. From the corner of her eye, Lady Alexandra smiles at seeing her pull the edges of her underpants over her hips to indent them as much as possible back and front. In adjusting the half-cups of her bra to uplift her breasts and display the tips of her nipples. In gracefully flaring out, corolla-like, the folds of her black skirt. In hitching it just a trifle to the right height. To hide hardly at all while showing a-plenty. In straightening her tiny white apron round the front. In arranging its loops round the back. While Beatrice’s mistress has her back turned on her, the girl pulls her tongue at her and winks delightedly at the mirror.

- That’s fine, now follow me and above all, don’t forget the three “s” rule: silent, smiling, sexy!

Lady Alexandra rises, fixes a silver leash to her maid’s neck, assorted to the dog collar, and hauls her along the passage, all the way to the double doors leading into the small sitting room. Throwing them BR EV 13 03open, in a theatrical gesture, she goes up to the window, beaming.

- Let me introduce Beatrice.

Bowing, the maid makes a brief curstey. Gisèle, a tall, energetic and smiling woman, watches her with amusement, while Pierre, his eyes bright, scrutinizes her shape. She reminds him of drawings by John Willie and Eric Stanton. Wearing a black and white vinyl leotard and a small apron, Blandine, discreet and redheaded, stands in the background.

- Turn round! [Lady Alexandra hitches the back of her maid’s skirt and, forcing her to lean forwards, displays her scarlet buttocks] Gisèle, come and touch them, feel how soft and smooth they are.

- [Gisèle moves up] Incredible, real baby’s skin. And with such a colour, they’re even more beautiful! Do you often punish her?

- Oh yes, almost every day, and sometimes even several times a day. I wonder when it will end. She reminds me of Diva in the early days. It took time, but I succeeded! [On hearing her name, the poodle opens an arched eyelid, casts a look at her mistress and reverts at once to her daydreaming, nose along the floor] Stand up straight and show your profile. Yes, that’s it, dead straight, arch yourBR EV 13 04 loins and make your breasts jut out! Go on!

- [Pierre] She’s quite stunning!

- [Lady Alexandra] Now face us and hitch up your skirt! [Beatrice hesitates] Will you obey? [She grabs the hem and lifts it] Hold it high! Higher still! [The guests discover her suspenders, impeccably tight at the top of her naked thighs]

- [Pierre] Delightful! I feel Miss Beatrice has a large clitoris! [Laughter] In any case, her legs are splendid!

- [Lady Alexandra] Move to the door [The maid obeys, taking care to walk in small steps, swaying slightly, loins and shoulders thrown back] About turn! [On the way, Beatrice steals a glance at the full-length looking-glass. The guests exchange lenient and knowing smiles] That’s enough, come back and serve us some champagne.

The maid picks a bottle, wrapped in a white cloth, out of a metal ice bucket and prepares to pour the first glass when she notices with surprise that the bottle is three-quarters empty. Everyone stares at Blandine.

- Now Blandine, what on earth is going on? Have you lost your head? How do you dare offer this old, stale Bricout?

The maid, ill at ease, starts mumbling a half-baked explanation. Instead of convincing the mistress of the house, this irritates her even further. While the storm erupts, Beatrice, delighted with an incident that puts her colleague in trouble, slinks up to her and murmurs in her ear:

- Tall girl but small brain!

BR EV 13 05Blandine scowls but Beatrice promptly turns round and, acting the perfect maid, presents the glasses to her mistress. The latter has heard everything. Once the girl has finished serving, she beckons her forward and slips into her mouth the gag fitted with a very short but enormously wide glans. She delights in hearing her suck on it.

- This will teach you to talk nonsense! Hurry up and serve the rest, we’re dying of hunger!

The maid soon reappears bearing a large silver tray of assorted canapes, hand-held quiches, mini-pizzas, cherry tomatoes, extraordinary breads, mini-sandwiches, bowls of olives and cashew nuts, and coloured sauces made with tapenade, guacamole and pickled peppers. She leans forwards as far as she can, while keeping her legs dead straight, as taught to by her mistress, and remains concentrated so as not to stumble. Between two jokes, the guests pretend to hesitate, just to keep her by their side and enjoy the sight of the charms she displays. While she moves around, a hand sidles up behind her skirt to stroke her buttocks. Another, in front, explores the top of her thighs.

- [Lady Alexandra] Spread your legs!

Beatrice obeys and feels some fingers slide in between her damp thighs, then move under her knickers to soak in the warmth of her sex. The mistress of the house enjoys the scene in silence. Happy. Her friends’ pleasure is her own. While greedily picking up a tarama-cucumber canape with her cocktail stick, she flouts her maid. The latter, leaning forwards, gazes back boldly into Lady Alexandra’s eyes. Next to her, Pierre, battling with a slice of sausage whose skin is not properly severed from the next one, questions Blandine:

- I don’t understand. I had cut them all properly, they must have been glued back together!

This unexpected reply causes widespread laughter. Meanwhile, wriggling and changing positionsBR EV 13 06 constantly to escape the groping hands, Beatrice ends up by twisting her ankle. Blandine grabs the opportunity to get her own back:

- People who don’t know how to walk shouldn’t wear stilettos!

- [Lady Alexandra] Will you please stop quarelling! Blandine, keep your comments to yourself, as for you, Beatrice, put that tray down and come here next to me. Wait, I’ll remove your gag. Stay quiet, keep your eyes down and hitch the front of your skirt!

- [Gisèle, lenient] Your two maids are quite charming!

- [Pierre, more critical] I do find that Blandine has accumulated mischief tonight!

- [Beatrice, incapable of keeping silent] So do I!

- [Lady Alexandra] I can’t believe it! Listen to this silly goose! Has anyone asked for your advice? To begin with, both of you will be punished and as a matter of fact we’ll start with you, Beatrice. Get down on all fours, you’re going to become acquainted with Gisèle’s paws. We’ll soon see if you still think Carribean women are meek!

- Oh no, Madam, please!

- Obey and keep quiet! Just a second, Gisèle, let me remove her knickers, I will stroke her front while you spank her buttocks. Don’t hesitate to hit hard, she deserves it! Pierre, do make yourself comfortable. Miss Beatrice will be delighted to bestow a small favour upon you!

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