The Arrival 3 — Eventide

From Blushes Supplement 5

‘W-what are you g-going to do?’ Maureen’s voice was scarcely more than a whisper.

Gavin ignored the question. ‘Maureen,’ he said, ‘I want you to know from the outset, when Mr Cameron is away — as he will be for another week — I am completely in charge of Bowden Hall. And any servants in it. You just happen to be the only one at the moment.’

‘Only me?’ Another whisper… and even more apprehension in those eyes. Gavin supposed it must have been quite scary for this youngster to discover she was alone in that big house with him.

‘Yes. The other servants are working on Mr Cameron’s yacht, for the time being. So, you see, it is me you will be having to account to.’ Gavin looked suitably, and pompously, butler-like. That, in effect, was what he was though his duties extended far further than was usual. He was also Vernon Cameron’s confidante and protector. And, not to put too fine a point on it, his ‘procurer’. Their tastes lay in a similar area. That area being a young woman’s bottom. ‘Have you been beaten before?’ he asked.

Maureen O’Connor paled. ‘Y-yes…’ she nodded. ‘My mother used to take a slipper to me sometimes. That was when I was younger.’

‘You’re still not too young for it,’ stated Gavin firmly. ‘In my view, girls should be punished in this fashion right through their teens. They may think they’re too old for it when they’re nineteen, but it’s not so. How old are you, Maureen?’

‘S-seventeen, Mr Proctor’ her lips were quivering. It was terrible to be there naked and helpless, knowing he was about to beat her. She looked around as if seeking a way of escape… seeing the unaccustomed luxury of that carpeted, well-furnished room with its modern white bed with gleaming brass-rod bedhead.

‘On this occasion, largely because you are new here,’ stated Gavin, ‘I intend only to spank you. That will probably be less painful than your mother’s slipper. Even though it is going to be a sound spanking.’ He went across to the bed and removed a pillow. This he placed on a dressing table stool. ‘Kneel on that,’ he ordered.

‘P-please… oh I never thought it would…. b-be…. like this…’ half sobbed Maureen.

‘Just do it’, ordered Gavin firmly. From experience, he knew you had to keep the pressure on in the early stages. Later, when they were more acclimatised, they obeyed you almost automatically. It was generally at that stage that his governor liked to come in on the act. He watched as Maureen, slim and lissom, moved and knelt on the pillow. Yes… it was a nicely-rounded bottom; so very young in appearance. Still, she was young. Seventeen, he said to himself — why, I can give her thirty years!

‘You will maintain that position while I spank you, Maureen. While I am doing it, remember the reason for it. Stupidity and carelessness.’

Self-pity filled the girl, bringing her near to tears. How could she honestly be blamed for the way she had acted? It had all been so perfectly natural.

Ssllaaapppp!

Gavin’s hand swept down on the soft bottom presented to him. It felt superb as his palm made firm impact… the flesh depressing then springing back to leave a pink splodge behind. The girl gasped loudly, shuddering.

Sssppllaaattt! SSllaaappp!

‘Oww… owww!’ Maureen almost fell off the stool. Gavin had really put some force into those. Then two similar ones descended.

Sslllaaappp! Ssssppplllaaattt!

Oh, how it made those buttocks twist and bounce! Oh, those gasping cries produced! Maureen’s hands had come back and were pressing to her nates.

‘Hands away!’ rapped out Gavin. ‘Put them on top of your head. And keep them there!’

Sobbing now, Maureen obeyed, seeing her tear-streaked face in the mirror before her. Oh, how awful it was… and how that hard palm hurt! How long was it going on?

Gavin Proctor, lips a little parted, began to smack the bottom before him rhythmically. First one cheek, then the other, then both cheeks at the same time. Those cheeks grew steadily redder and they twisted and squirmed ever more violently. Several times the girl’s hands left her head but somehow she always managed to stop herself pressing them to her now burning bottom again. Oh dear Lord, this was far worse than Mother’s slipperings!

‘Stoo…oopppp… ooohhh… p-please… ssttooppp… oooowwwww… that’s enough… please.’

‘It’s for me to say whether or not it’s enough,’ replied Gavin. However, he realised he had certainly given this newcomer quite a good pasting. His palm was glowing hot. ‘A dozen more to come,’ he announced.

‘Oh no… oh please… no…ooo…’ But, at least there was some comfort for Maureen in now knowing the limit of her punishment.

‘Take your hands off your head… and bend right over,’ ordered Gavin firmly. Maureen, knowing what this new posture would mean, was obviously reluctant.

‘Please… must I?’

‘Do it! Unless you want a good deal more than a dozen!’

Sobbing more loudly, Maureen bent over, tautening the flesh of her bottom as she was forced to expose herself so immodestly. It wasn’t right… it wasn’t! Not for a girl of her age! Oh, how awful this was!

Gavin’s eyes were frankly hot with lechery as he looked down, preparing to resume the spanking. Yes, this creature, bred in an Irish bog, was quite some acquisition. His hand began to fall again and again on that bright-red, burning bottom, making it squirm and judder uncontrollably.

Maureen’s cries and pleas filled the room.

And went quite unheeded.