Chapter 9
Earlier that same evening, in the Gilmore house which was down at the end of the same block on which Eleanor lived, Hilda was undergoing the severe and yet solicitously maternal attentions of her mistress.
The entire family was at dinner, and Hilda had had the misfortune to slop over a tureen of soup which she had set down before Fred Gilmore, a pleasant-faced, stocky, well built man whose gray hair was thinning around his temples. He frowned at this, and Louise remarked rather tartly, 'Hilda, you really must be more careful, you know!"
"Yes, Mrs. Gilmore, I'm sorry. I'll clean it up right away, Mrs. Gilmore."
"Do that," Louise sternly declared. "And remind me after dinner that you've something coming for your sloppiness."
"Y-yes, Mrs. Gilmore," Hilda flushed and lowered her eyes, then meekly took a paper towel and blotted up the edges of the tureen and the platter under it, then departed for the kitchen.
Louise Gilmore was an imposing and extremely handsome woman, with an authoritative air.
Her face was rounded, the lips thin and incisive, the nose straight and small, with dark blue widely spaced eyes and thin penciled brows which she used most expressively to underline her comments to her children and her maid.
Janet, the oldest of the three Gilmore offspring, sat at her mother's right, and was really a most attractive young woman, promising to rival her mother's generous bodily development within a very few years. Louise's solid hips and plump bosom were more than suggested in Janet's deliriously curvaceous figure, with high-perched round young breasts set closely together, a slim waist that flared into broad, plump oval buttocks and somewhat short but mouth-wateringly rounded thighs and saucily rounded calves. She had an oval face, with a pert uptilted nose, a full sweet mouth, and eloquent dark brown eyes, was about five feet five and a half inches in height, and possessed an olivesheened complexion which many a mature woman would have envied. Her black hair was coifed in a modish upsweep with a wide curl to the right of her forehead. Janet fancied herself almost ready for marriage, and there were times when she was greatly distressed when she had to be humiliatingly prepared for what she considered outmoded juvenile discipline. Yet she respected as well as feared her mother and father and had come to the doleful conclusion that it was far better to submit than to argue and discuss and to run the risk extra spankings, which had occurred only last year at her seventeenth birthday when she had protested her mother's sentence of a spanking for having torn a new dress. That little argument had cost her a session over her father's lap after which she had believed that his hard hand had thoroughly chastened her, only to discover that her mother had a ruler spanking in store for her and a finale of a dozen stinging cuts with the little rubber dogwhip.
Constance, across from her sister, was a really lovely girl, and very much like Betty, though somewhat quieter and much more demure in the presence of her elders. Her face was heart-shaped, with adorably dimpled cheeks and chin, a dainty aquiline nose, gray-green eyes, and a generous mouth, and her fluffy light brown hair was styled in a thick pageboy. Her pale milky skin was very sensitive to spanking, and marked visibly at the very outset, yet in some ways she was more stoic than Janet when it came to receiving punishment. Her buttocks were two tightly spaced rotundities, somewhat heavier than was expected of her age, and indeed reminded her mother of Hilda's even more generous contours. Her thighs were long but well rounded, and her calves were highset and sleek. Tony, who sat next to his younger sister, was an ebullient black-haired, wiry young man who also seemed to have a rather solid bottom, which apparently was the Gilmore heritage. "Well, Louise," Fred Gilmore said as he cut into his roast beef which Hilda had just served with bated breath, "I see that Eleanor has got herself a new husband and daughter at the same time. Have you had a chance to meet the fellow yet?"
"No, Fred, but Eleanor is going to have us over for afternoon tea tomorrow, and I'll have a chance to meet Mr. Hadley then, and his daughter, Hester. From what Eleanor tells me, however, Hester is Janet's age and she's never been spanked in all her life."
"Lucky Hester," Janet murmured with a plaintive sigh.
"That will be just about enough of that, young lady," her mother flashed her a meaningful glance. "Would you like me to have you go enter about fifteen in your book for impertinence at the table?"
"Oh no, Mother, I'm sorry!" Janet gulped and went very red as she suddenly found what was on her plate infinitely more palatable than the subject under discussion.
"I understand," Louise went on, momentarily passing over Janet's impertinence, "that the poor man was a widower, which would account for the way Hester had missed parental discipline."
"Well, if I'm any judge, Louise dear," Fred Gilmore chuckled, "Eleanor will soon equalize matters, and I'm afraid that Hester may have to make up for lost time, as the saying goes. I shudder to think what these three hellions," here he glance affectionately at his brood, "would be like if you and I hadn't agreed at the very start to keep them on the straight and narrow. What are we having for dessert, Louise dear?"
"Strawberry cream pie, one of Hilda's specials," his handsome wife replied. "Janet and Constance, Betty's mother asked me to invite you both along with me tomorrow afternoon when you meet her new husband and Hester. I'm sure you'll both be on your best behavior."
"Oh yes, Mother," Constance demurely replied, and Jane contented herself with a nod, watching her mother's face anxiously for any signs which might mean a visit to the demerit book and a subsequent entry.
"I wonder," Fred Gilmore thoughtfully mused, "whether it wouldn't be a good idea for Hester to find out that all three of our kids get tanned whenever they need it, just the way Betty does." At this, Janet turned red as a beet and again stared down at her plate and forked some of the vegetables she hadn't yet consumed.
"As a matter of fact, Fred dear, that was something that Eleanor mentioned on the phone when she called me. She would like the girls to mention how they're punished if Betty brings the subject up. And I personally think it's an excellent idea." She permitted herself an amused little laugh. "It will serve an excellent purpose, too, in reminding Janet and Constance and Tony that their conduct is to be as exemplary here when we're all among ourselves as when it is away from home as guests. Well, Fred, here's the pie."
But unhappily, Hilda, who had been worrying about Louise Gilmore's meaningful order to her, set the pieplate down rather abruptly in the middle of the table, and some of the berry juices spilled over onto the tablecloth. She uttered a cry of horror, clapped her hand to her mouth, and then eyed Louise as if the end of the world had just come.
"Good heavens, Hilda, what's got into you this evening? I'm afraid your punishment won't wait until after dinner. Go get me your whip," the autocratic blonde matron demanded.
"Y--yes, Mrs. G-Gilmore. I-I'm awfully sorry. Please let me clean it up first."
"No, that tablecloth will have to be sent to the cleaner anyway. Hurry, Hilda, and don't make matters worse by arguing!" the steely tone of authority impressed the handsome German maid into nodding and quickly hurrying out of the dining room. When she returned, she carried a black rubber dogwhip and shamefacedly handed to her mistress. Janet and Constance and Tony stared wide-eyed, perhaps deriving secret solace from their own punishment sessions by realizing that this grown woman was about to be spanked by their own mother in front of them.
"What is this for, Hilda?" Louise Gilmore studiedly demanded.
"Please, Mrs. Gilmore, I'm sorry for spilling the s-soup and the p-pie, and I deserve to be punished. Please whip me well so that I can be pardoned for having been so careless," Hilda stammered. At twenty-eight, she was strikingly attractive, though her generous proportions were somewhat overblown. Of medium height, with straw-colored hair formed in a curly bob, she had a prettily rounded face, widely spaced light blue eyes, a small sensuous nose, and a ripe mouth which had already begun to quiver with apprehension.
"Draw up that straight-backed chair, Hilda, and kneel down on it," was the next order.
"Yes M-Ma'am," Hilda quavered. She went towards the door, picked up one of the straight-backed chairs in a row against the wall, and returned with it to the dining table, set it down and then slowly knelt over it. It was evident that this ritual was not at all new to her, for she promptly bent her head and shoulders over the top of the back of the chair, clasped her hands around the back and entwined her fingers tightly together as if holding tight for needed support.
Louise Gilmore rose from her chair, approached the quivering German maid,, and promptly trussed up Hilda's skirt and slip beyond the young woman's waist, taking a safety pin from the pocket of her dress and ascertaining that the culprit's garments would not fall back down over her condemned bottom.
Hilda's spacious bottomcheeks, juttingly rounded and extremely tempting in their thrust against the tight white pantie-girdle which shaped them out like a second skin, quivered visibly as Louise Gilmore now inserted her fingers under the waistband and carefully rolled the garment down to the young woman's stocking-tops. The plump hindquarters, contracting spasmodically as Hilda uttered a soft little gasp to find herself stripped bare before the children and Fred Gilmore, were endowed with a pale pink epidermis, glossy and satiny, and the skin seemed to gleam because of the moisture which the rubber sheath had imparted with its warmth as it clung to those generous contours.
Louise Gilmore had left the little rubber dog-whip on the edge of the table, and now turned to retrieve it. Planting herself at the victim's left, her left palm bearing down on the small of Hilda's naked back, she announced, "Twenty-five, Hilda. And remember to stay in position, if you please!"
"Yes--yes, M-Ma'am," the German maid quavered and bent her head down still lower, tightening her fingers together as she hugged the back of the chair. This kneeling posture accentuated the lascivious jut of her ripe bottom-globes, and one could see the shadowy groove which separated the cheeks, as well as the provocative dark blonde fleece which framed the pulpy fig of her cunthole.
Louise Gilmore slowly raised the dogwhip, and then descended it with a swift stroke which made the black rubber thong cling greedily to tops of Hilda's ample hips. One could hear Hilda suck in her breath, and her thighs twitched convulsively, but otherwise she did not move. A bright pink streak sprang up at once on the pale moist gleaming epidermis.
A past mistress of fustigation, Louise Gilmore whipped without haste and following a preconceived pattern. The first eight lashes were spaced about half a minute apart, curling horizontally and wickedly over the jutting bottom-cheeks. After a pause of about a minute, Louise then applied five vertical cuts to each succulent bottomcheek, and then there was a further pause of a minute while she lectured the now softly sobbing kneeling victim, who falteringly promised to mend her ways.
There then followed five lashes delivered diagonally over the now squirming, plump and vividly striped hindquarters, and then after a further pause of a minute during which Louise Gilmore again harangued the weeping victim, the final two cuts were applied with full force across the ripest curves of both huddling and squirming nether globes, drawing wails of pain and frantic squirmings from the sufferer.
At the conclusion of the whipping, Louise Gilmore herself pulled up the pantie-girdle, which obviously would add to Hilda's discomfort for a good while, for its tight cling and heat would retain the burning anguish of the lashing far beyond its normal duration. Then she unpinned Hilda's skirt and slip and drew the garments down and smoothed them into place, following which she took her seat and waited.
After a moment, Hilda gingerly got down from the straight-backed chair, and knelt down on the floor before her implacable mistress. Tearfully she kissed Louise Gilmore's hand, then the rubber dogwhip, while she faltered out a formula of thanks: "Th-thank you, M-Ma'am, for having punished me for being so sloppy. I promise I'll do better from now on, honest I will. I'm sorry if I spoiled your dinner." Then, turning towards Fred Gilmore, who had an amused expression on his face, she added, "I'm awfully sorry I annoyed you, Mr. Gilmore, I won't do it again, honest I won't."
"I hope not, Hilda," he chuckled. "Does it hurt very much?"
"Yes-yes, s-sir. If only I could take off that awful girdle--"
"But you know perfectly well you can't, Hilda. Not until tomorrow morning. And now continue with the rest of it, if you please, because we're eager for our coffee," Louise tartly interrupted.
"Yes--yes, M-Ma'am. Please do forgive me for having been so careless, M-Ma'am."
"All right, Hilda, you may put the whip back and go bring us our coffee. Because it's vacation time, the children may have a cup too, but half-filled with milk."
"Yes, Mrs. Gilmore, thank you, Mrs. Gilmore." Hilda rose with a surprising alacrity, considering the fiery state of her well striped bottom, then impulsively bent her head, took her mistress's hand and kissed it, and then disappeared.
Fred Gilmore took out his pipe and began to fill it from a well worn leather pouch. "I think," he remarked with a chuckle, "I'm hungrier than ever for that strawberry cream pie now. Want me to try my hand at slicing it out and serving it, honey?"
"No, dear, that's for Hilda to do," Louise Gilmore firmly countered. "How do you suppose she's ever going to improve on her mistakes if she isn't given a chance? That's the whole purpose of punishing her like this in front of everyone. Ah, here's our coffee, Hilda, please serve up the pie at once."
And thus in the Gilmore household, while their three youngsters watched with curious eves the handsome German maid humbly and swiftly obeyed the orders of her mistress and master, and she was even smiling with gratitude. For in this singular household, Hilda had learned already that once a punishment is experienced and the sin paid for, all was forgiven, and Louise Gilmore had been very generous to her in so many ways, and she only hoped that she hadn't spoiled things by needing to be punished tonight.