Chapter 9
Madame Du Bois was around the forty mark, and always looked younger by virtue of her care with her appearance and clothing. Muriel soon found herself falling under the spell of the woman's personality, and took great pains with her work to give every possible satisfaction to her employer.
After a while, Madame seemed to realize that she had a willing slave at her disposal, and got into the habit of calling Muriel into her room in the morning and dictating from her bed, even getting her to slip down and make tea for them etc.
The more that Muriel saw of Madame in her luxurious lacy nighties etc., the more she found herself attracted to her and indeed was even beginning to contemplate the possibility of a lesbian relationship with her but her employer never gave her the slightest hint of availability for such an affair.
Then came a morning when she went into the mistress' bedroom, and tripped over a rug, bruising tender thighs. Muriel shrieked, and collapsed onto the bed, taking her hands hurriedly from her sore bottom. The whip cut across it again, and she writhed on the bed, kicking and twisting as the pain knifed in. Madame Du Bois ignored her contortions, and swung her whip to land accurately across her ramp whenever it came to rest until the sobbing girl had received eight of the lashes across her bottom in addition to the one around her thighs, then told her, "You can get up now and go and wash your face!"
Muriel scrambled off the bed, and fell on her knees before her mistress, kissing the hand that held the whip. A new look came into her employer's eyes, and she deliberately put her feet wide part. "You may kiss my cunt!" Muriel shuffled closer on her knees, and got her mouth turned up in between those plump thighs to press her lips to the proud slit that hid under a bush of curly blonde hairs.
She kissed tongued, licked, and sucked until Madame was working her loins against the upturned face, then she was pushed backwards away to sprawl on the floor and roughly ordered to go and clean up then clear up the mess, and fetch fresh tea.
All that day she could feel the tender welts where the whip had scourged her and it always made her press her thighs together! From then on it was the standard practice that if she gave the slightest excuse to her employer, she was ordered to the bedroom and made to strip, then tread to several lashes of the whip either spreading the complete contents of the tea-tray she was carrying flying over her and the bed!
Madame Du Bois leap from the bed, stripping off the wet nightie, and really letting loose, "You clumsy girl! You should be whipped!"
This may be a far cry from an affaire but when Muriel heard these words, and saw the naked vigorous woman standing with her clenched fists on her ample hips, she collapsed inside. She dragged up her clothes, and threw herself over the soaking bed, "Oh! Madame! I'm ever so sorry! Whip me as I deserve!"
There was a brief silence, then her employer's voice was cold, yet thrilling as she said, "Very well! Take your panties down and stay there!"
Muriel reached back, and peeled down her pants, then pressed her head back down onto the bed to make her bottom stand up prominently and invitingly. She heard Madame go to a cupboard, and open it then she returned. There was a sharp whistle through the air much keener than Auntie Julie's cane had sounded, then a thin line of fiery pain curled around her buttocks! She yelled, and her head jerked up. In the dressing table mirror the other side of the bed, she saw her mistress drawing back her arm with a slender dog-whip clenched in her hand!
Again the plaited lash sang through the air and cut into her the pain was unbearable, and made to rise, clutching back at her tortured behind. "I didn't give you permission to rise! Bend down! And get those hands away or-" The lash swung again, and curled agonizingly around her eagled on the bed, or tied by her wrists to the wardrobe door. She found that the helpless feeling that being tied up gave her was and added source of excitement on these occasions!
She lived and worked with Madame Du Bois for over a year, then suddenly she was alone! Madame was killed in a road accident, and she didn't know what to do! She had come to rely on the strong personality of her employer!
Then she was informed by her late employers solicitors that she had been left the business! She was not only financially independent she was rich! Soon she had the business organized even more than it had been so that she could take care of all that was of importance in one day a month and a few calls on the telephone.
Buying herself a new Daimler, she had it fitted with radio telephone to keep in touch with her business interests, and started off to tour the country and just enjoy herself.
For a start she drove down to her Aunt Julia's, and looked them up. She found that her cousin Diana had married a local lad, and got her address, and that Gerald was working in an accountants office and just taking his exams to become chartered. She immediately offered to take him into her organization to assist her in looking after the business, and her aunt arranged to have him call at his sister's the following evening so that she could meet them both at the same time.
Well satisfied with the arrangements, she stayed the night with her aunt, and the old house brought back memories especially the tree with some of the timbers of the tree house still intact up in it! When Julia was not around, she looked in the cupboard, and the same was still there! Julia returned and saw her looking at it, she smiled, and remarked on the last time Muriel had stayed there, and had her first experience of the cane.
When Muriel was leaving, she asked her if she would like to take the cane with her as a souvenir, and she gladly accepted it. She was certain that she would find a use for it somewhere in Her plans!
That evening, she was round at her cousin's house a little early, and they had a drink and a chat about the course of this, and joined in with a will, the climax of the reminiscences came when Diana brought up the incident in her bedroom when Mother had caught them, and they had all got caned. Muriel went out to the car and fetched the cane in! As they talked of past pleasures and pains, Diana confessed that she really missed the old days and even the cane. Her husband was the dominant type and often had her over his lap for a tanning but how she had wished that he owned a cane on some of these occasions! Muriel insisted on presenting her with her Mother's cane, and mounted it over the mantelpiece! Then she got down to business with Gerald, and fixed up for him to start the following week in the head office of her firm.
They had got all their affairs tidied up, and were having another drink when Diana's husband, Jack walked in. Naturally he was introduced, and a drink poured for him. Then he spotted the cane over the fireplace, and immediately exclaimed, "Just what I could do with!"
The ice broken, they all set to discussing the peculiar pleasures of corporal punishment, and it was soon decided that Muriel and Gerald were staying the night with them with the suggestion in the air that games with the cane would be in keeping with all of their needs!
So Muriel employed a new accountant, and found herself the same evening bending over with her bared bottom presented to him while he used his Mother's old cane on her! Then without pants on they curled up on the sofa and played with each whilst his elder sister got a really sound thrashing from her husband with the same stick, and this in no way detracted from their enjoyment!
Yes, Muriel was rapidly getting her life organized for her entertainment!