mocking eyes of Bridget who wait watching every one of her moves. Awfully mortified, the poor slave had to relieve herself and let a few incongruous noises escape, which made the maid burst out laughing.
'Now, wipe yourself up!' Bridget ordered. 'And do it well, for you'll have to show me your arse before putting on your panties!'
Showing her anus!.. Would no humiliation be spared her? She had to drink the bitter cup to the lees.
With her skirts held high up she had to bend down towards Bridget and draw her buttocks apart to let the maid inspect her most intimate parts at leisure.
'All right, you may button yourself up!'
The discipline drawers were put on again and fixed with the forty white buttons, then, on top of them, the cruel strap.
'You know what,' Bridget said with a smile, 'it's a pity I don't feel like it, or else I would have obliged you to wipe me up. That's what you will soon do, I can tell you, for you're my slave and I can do what I jolly well please with you, can't I?'
She tied Mabel's hands behind her back so tightly that it hurt the girl's delicate wrists.
Outside the toilet, she gave an ultimate humiliation to her slave.
'Kneel down before me,' she ordered. 'Thank me and kiss my feet.'
Mabel hesitated a second but a powerful pair of slaps made her obey. She humbly kissed the maid's feet and murmured:
'I thank Your Ladyship for Her having accompanied me to the toilet.''
Satisfied, Bridget ordered her to stand and walked back with her to her room. Then she knocked on the door of the neighbouring room and reported everything to the governess.
'Very good, Bridget, I thank you,' Dorothea said. 'Mabel's schedule now indicates an hour's walk before lunch, you will accompany her. Lift up her skirts to her waist and fix them with safety-pins, so that you can lash her bottom if she doesn't obey you. Fix a leash to the hook that maintains the strap in the back, and so you can walk her before you without untying her hands. Make her walk erect, with head very high and her breasts thrust forward. And make her run a little to teach her to get used to her boots.'
'Yea, ma'am, thank you,' Bridget answered joyously.
Mabel had heard all that with dismay. She trembled at the thought of being given again to the cruel servant as a toy.
Five minutes later she was in the park, with her skirts lifted up high, exposing her bottom shrouded in clinging silk and strapped with the wide leather tape. Bridget was walking behind her, holding her on a leash fixed to the back hook of her corset. Almost uninterruptedly she lashed her with light strokes and gave her orders:
'Hold your head high and your body erect! Better than that, slave! Thrust forward your teats! And your bottom backwards, offer it well to my whip! Draw in your belly! Stare right in front of you, straighten your neck! You little bitch, I'll teach you how to walk!'
With tears in her eyes the poor girl tried her best to obey. She was completely tamed, vanquished by this very tiring walk. Thus she covered the shaded walks of the park without heeding the blessed song of the birds in the sun-mottled foliage. Her imprisoned feet hurt her terribly, rolling on the gravel of the walks, and she almost twisted her ankles at every step, so high were her heels. It became worse when, Bridget, with violent whiplashes, obliged her to run. Whipped furiously, Mabel made superhuman efforts, tripping very often and tortured by her stays which drove into her skin.
'Stop!' Bridget cried at last.
The maid, tired from the long run, wanted a rest. She saw a good spot of mossy grass in the shadow of a large tree and sat down on it with a sigh of satisfaction.
'Lie down at my feet, slave!' she ordered.
The girl obeyed with gusto, being happy to rest her weary limbs. Bridget, sitting at a slightly higher level, had drawn her knees inwards and hitched up her own skirt, thus affording the sight of her undies. Mabel glanced at the fat white thighs of the maid, with the black satin garters and the clinging pale silk panties, perhaps the same which had served to gag Mabel the other day!
'Well,' Bridget said suddenly, 'why are you staring at my skirts? In my bottom fascinating you? You see, it's still bigger then yours, but then mine is that of a free woman that has never been whipped and never will be! Now, kiss it, I allow you to!'
Mabel, revolted at this suggestion, stood up abruptly in spite of her new spirit of submission. Never, oh, never, would she stoop so low!
But Bridget, furious, lashed her cruelly and the stroke caught her on the dainty tips of her breasts. The girl howled with pain.
'Slave, I order you to kiss my bottom at once! Obey, if you don't want me to tear your breasts to pieces with the whip! Quick, put your head underneath my skirts.!'
Any resistance was out of the question. With a sob of despair Mabel bent down and slipped under the maid's dress. Her tied hands hampered this operation and the weight of her own body drew her forward and she fell headlong ending up with her lips against Bridget's panties, at the precise spot where the femininity bulged under the thin material.
The servant, lying down lazily on the grass, had crossed her legs in a knot round her victim's neck and, with a sadistic and voluptuous smile, she seized Mabel's hair and crushed her face against her fruit of love.
'Kiss, slave, kiss well!' she ordered. 'And draw out your tongue, so that I should feel the caress through my panties!'
With her mind in a whirl, Mabel felt like a drunken girl. A Lesbian against her wishes, she bad to kiss this domineering pair of knickers and she felt the hairy spot soften and become wet under her tongue.
'You see,' Bridget mocked, 'I'm not depilated! It's for a slave like you to be depilated!.. Continue, slave, quicker, harder! Stop only when I order you to!.. Enough now, go down lower and kiss my arse! There, that's fine, put your face against it!.. Stop now, I've had enough. Get out of there!'
Bed and dishevelled, Mabel came out of her warm prison and in her haggard eyes there flashed some glints of madness.
Next, the servant ordered her to lie full-length on her back, and she sat down on her breasts, revelling in the pleasure of crushing down under her heavy bottom the pretty breasts of the girl. Stifled and bruised, Mabel sighed but Bridget laughed fit to burst.
'Now, this is a very fine cushion for the bottom of a mistress. I'll use it frequently, do you hear, slave?'
'Yes, Your Ladyship,' Mabel whispered, gasping.
At last, the maid got up. She took the leash and the riding-crop and took the prisoner fanning up to the castle. Mabel arrived there in an indescribable state of depression and fatigue. Bridget allowed her to lie on the bed until lunch time, bat she did not untie her hands.
That was another torture: having the arms kept behind her back for long periods of time and her wrists tied tightly — it became gradually more and more painful.
It was the governess who came to fetch her, half an hour later. She wore a white skirt and a red silk blouse. As it was very hot she was not wearing any stockings, and on her feet were spotless white buckskin shoes.
As she saw her come in, Mabel's first thought was to stay on her bed without moving, but Miss von Berner's steely stare was so hard that she got up, knelt down and kissed her governess's feet.
'That's good,' she said, 'I see you're beginning to know your part.'
She pushed; in front of her the girl up to the dining-room where stood a huge table richly laid up. Bridget was already waiting to serve the hors-d'oeuvre.
Mabel cast a look around and trembled when she saw the seat that was reserved for her — it was a chair like the otters, with the only difference that the padded seat had been replaced with a very harsh horsehair cushion.
'At each meal,' the governess announced, 'you will sit on this discipline chair until your education is completed. But first, we shall take off your drawers in order not to damage them.'
Aided by Bridget, she lifted up the girl's skirts, unbuckled the strap and undid the many buttons of the panties which she took off and cast away. Then she forced Mabel to sit on the chair, maintaining her skirts lifted up.
The contact of her already bruised bottom with the hard horsehair, the bristle of which drove into her naked skin, made her moan with pain.
