Mabel

'I heard that you had some complaint this morning about the slave, my dear Bridget?' she asked.

'Yes, ma'am, I had given her my shoes to clean and she didn't even trouble to scrape the mud from under the heels, so I whipped her severely.'

'You did quite well. And you, bitch, beg Her Ladyship's pardon again for your negligence!'

Crimson with shame, Mabel prostrated herself before Bridget and kissed her feet.

'I beg Your Ladyship to excuse and pardon me,' she moaned. 'I shall be more attentive to Your Ladyship's orders and more obedient in future.'

With a kick in her face, the maid obliged the slave to stand up.

'We'll see if you're as good as your promise,' she grumbled. 'Don't you forget that Miss you Berner has given me all rights upon you and that you must learn to serve me like a well-styled domestic. I shall force you to with the whip!'

'Now, Bridget,' Dorothea said, 'take this girl away and put her until lunch-time in the toilets on her knees. And this afternoon, you can have her so that you may teach her to obey you as she should.'

'Thank you, ma'am. I'm very glad, for to-day is my day off and I intend, if madam doesn't mind, to receive a few friends for tea at the bottom of the park, and Mabel will be my maid and wait upon us.'

'All right, Bridget, the slave is yours until tonight. When you have put her in penance, come back here for I shall probably need you.'

Bridget bent down over Mabel and gave her a formidable pair of slaps on her already red cheeks.

Follow me, and beware if you aren't the submissive slave I want you to be!'

Dorothea remained alone with Myriam Hekings. Smiling, she sat in front of the girl, who had become very pate.

'I think,' Myriam said, 'that you won't mind if I leave the castle immediately. I had come here invited by my friend Mabel, but now that I what you've done to her, I don't see how my presence here is in any way necessary.'

Dorothea did not answer at once. With a ghost of a smile playing upon her lips she was playing with her horsewhip and seemed to be absorbed in thoughts.

'That's where you're wrong, Miss Hekings, quite wrong. You've come here in the hope of sojourning here for a long time. So I insist on satisfying that desire. I wish to see you remain here for a very long time!'

'In this castle? Or rather in this prison…!' the girl hissed angrily.

Dorothea stood up suddenly like a released spring. With flashing eyes she fixed Myriam.

'You've said it — a prison! That is the'mot juste',' she ejaculated. 'But it's not only Mabel's prison, but yours as well. For I intend to make a slave of you.'

'A slave? Are you mad?'

Dorothea's arm jerked out and her horsewhip lashed Myriam's cheek, tracing a bleeding mark on it. The girl howled with pain.

'Mad?' Dorothea went on.' Is this the way a slave should speak to her mistress? You'll pay for that, my dear, you'll pay for your insolence, your pride, all your horrible defects of a spoilt girl! I'll make a servant, a bitch, of you, whether you like it or not! And, first of all, a slave should kneel when her mistress condescends to speak to her. Go on, on your knees, bitch, on your knees!'

Miss von Berner, to give more weight to her words, lashed out again with the riding-crop, reaching Myriam Hekings right across her breasts and tearing the silk of her blouse, swollen by her pretty bust.

The girl, howling with pain, drew back against the door. Her green eyes flashed with fury and her mouth foamed with rage. One felt within her a fearsome strength all reared against the despotic force of Dorothea von Berner.

'You wicked woman!' she lashed out, 'you darned creature! I despise and hate you! You want to make a slave out of me! Well, you'd better forget it!'

With a brisk gesture, she opened the door and made as if to rush out but her body collided against Bridget's who was barring the way and who seized her in her powerful arms.

'Quiet, my girl, quiet! A slave doesn't escape like this from her mistress! I'm stronger than you are, and you should realize it!'

The maid twisted violently Myriam's wrists, and the poor girl screamed with pain and fury. Bridget made her go back into the room she had tried to leave.

'Nice work, Bridget!' Dorothea exclaimed, laughing. You're going to help me to give a whipping to this slave, for she's really deserved it for her lack of submission.'

'I'm not a slave and I forbid you to treat me like this!' Miss Hekings howled, furious.

Bridget did not heed her protests and, having tripped the girl's body and sent it sprawling against the carpet, she nailed her to the floor by sitting astraddle on top of her.

'What shall I do with this fury, ma'am?' she asked quietly.

'Let's tie her up on the sofa,' Dorothea answered. 'We're going to undress her and whip her bottom as she deserves.'

The maid got up and seized Myriam like a parcel and threw her down on a low sofa. Quickly and expertly the girl was trussed up like a sausage by a rope around her loins, another tying her ankles and a third fixing her hands to-the legs of the sofa.

Vanquished and unable to defend herself, Myriam did not stop throwing abuse right and left But Dorothea only laughed at her insults and useless fury. She took out a pair scissors from the drawer of a cupboard.

'It would be difficult to undress this slave without untying her,' she explained to Bridget, 'so we shall use this method!'

She bent down over Myriam and used her scissors to cut through the material of the tailor made suit, the blouse and the brassiere the girl was wearing. Then she removed the torn pieces and threw away in a corner of the room. The velvety bare back of Myriam appeared in its sculptural beauty, which Dorothea contemplated with a satisfied smile. Then the governess slipped her hand under the sprawling body of Miss Hekings and palpated her bare breasts crashed against the sofa.

'This is a mighty fine bust for a slave!' she exclaimed. 'What pleasure I shall have to torture these arrogant breasts which are mine from now on!'

'Brute, dirty brute!' cried Myriam, who was choking with rage. 'Better think again! I'd rather die than submit!'

'And now, the shirt! 'Miss von Berner said.

Arming herself again with the scissors she split the grey dress on all its length, made it slip down and threw it in a corner of the room. The girl's insolently curved out bottom offered itself to the mocking sight of the two torturers. It was a really massive buttock, straining at the material of the pink silk panties which Myriam was wearing. Under the lace hemming the knickers there appeared the long, sun-tanned, appetising thighs and the fine legs sheathed in beige silk.

With her long nails Dorothea pinched the bottom of her victim and laughed insolently.

'Now, this is a bottom after my own liking, one that seems ideal for receiving the whip! And this pair of panties — it's so tight on you that it's nearly like that of a slave. Bo madam likes being tight in her underclothes. Well, madam will have her wishes more than fulfilled — starting from tomorrow, she'll have to wear corsets and we'll teach her to wear discipline-drawers, well-strapped, like those worn by her friend Mabel!'

The governess, having spoken, drew back one step, took a firm hold on the tan leather horsewhip and applied a hard blow on Myriam's buttocks. It was so hard that the panties split. Mad with shame and pain, Hiss Hekings had made a great effort not to scream. With her head buried in the cushions, she let out a long moan.

'The bitch has a hard skin,' Miss von Berner said. 'So much the worse for your bottom. I'll stop punishing only when this slave is ready to lick my feet.'

Other lashes followed, more and more violent. Through the rips in the drawers the buttocks appeared, striped with long red streaks. Soon, the material which covered the victim's bottom was reduced to a shapeless rag. There only remained a few shreds of pink silk stuck between the girl's buttocks; it was on this ultimate, target that Dorothea showered her blows, which rained down on the youthful flesh, digging each time a bleeding furrow.

Myriam, who had resisted for a long while, was now at the end of her physical resistance. Her moans had soon been succeeded by screams, then by inhuman howls.

'Are your ready to admit you're my slave?' Dorothea asked.