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I stood before Lord Knox in his study. He was seated at his desk. There was a guest chair but I had not been invited to sit and I did not expect to be.

I was rested, freshly washed and dressed in a clean uniform but beneath it my body ached at the groin and chest from the punishments Mrs Lariat had doled out. My brassiere felt uncomfortably tight on me.

"I understand you required chastisement yesterday. Were they harsh with you?" asked Lord Knox.

"No harsher than I deserved Sir."

My reply bordered on insolence. It was clear from his demeanor that he wanted me to recount specifics.

I thought it likely he knew exactly what had been done with me. Mrs Lariat would have made an entry in the discipline book for anyone who cared to read it. I suppose it was possible he had not bothered to enquire the details but more likely he simply wished to shame me by having me recount them to him.

He gave me a look of faint amusement.

"Go on." he said.

"I was made to work in stockings and shoes only. My breasts were noosed with twine, laundry sticks were inserted into my openings and tied in place for the day, my teats and bud were painted with horseradish paste."

I recounted the details as shortly and plainly as I could but my voice trembled as I remembered how the wooden rods had felt inside me and how the cold ache of my constricted breasts had warred with the chemical heat of the horseradish.

"I know what horseradish does to a woman down there, are you still swollen?"

"Yes Sir."

I had washed the awful paste off as soon as I was permitted but my nub had not yet subsided. It was as severely engorged as it became when I pleasured myself yet it was too tender to be handled.

"Show me." ordered Lord Knox.

I hesitated.

"You were in nothing but stockings and shoes all of yesterday, surely you cannot be shy today." chided Lord Knox.

Only Mrs Lariat and the other maids had seen me yesterday. Shameful though that had been this felt more challenging. I was above stairs and without work to distract myself.

Aware of Lord Knox's growing impatience I lifted the hem of my black uniform dress holding it up with one hand while I unfastened my suspenders then tugged down the waistband of my panties with the other. Just to my thighs, just enough to show my mound.

My lips were more prominent than usual not having fully recovered from a day stretched around the laundry stick. They shielded my clitoris. My nub felt huge and stiff but there was little to see other than the furled contours of my cunny lips.

"Open yourself."

The command was not unexpected but I blushed. I let my panties slip to my ankles then I essayed an awkward curtsey bending my knees and pushing my mound outward. I used the fingers of my left hand to spread my labia.

I held that awkward posture as Lord Knox regarded my slick open slit and the engorged head of my nub.

"Wet again?"

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir."

I didn't know what else to say. I had been lubricating since Mrs Lariat had attended to me. I had awoken with the bedsheet stuck between my legs. I shared rooms with the other maids and Constance told me I had been moaning lasciviously in my sleep but I had no recollection of it.

While I trembled in my awkward half crouch Lord Knox took a wax paper wrapped package from his desk. He placed it on the desktop and opened the paper to reveal two wooden laundry sticks. They were each the length of my forearm with blunt rounded tips. The wood was smooth and hard from many years of use stirring the coppers.

"What do you notice about these?" asked Lord Knox.

He had not given me leave to close my nether lips so I was still holding my cunny open as I leaned forwards to confirm my suspicions about the laundry sticks.

I swallowed. Each wooden rod was glazed with dried fluids to over half it's length. As I leaned close I could smell myself on them. These were the laundry sticks that had been inside me.

"They're stained Sir." I said quietly.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Mine Sir."

I swallowed.

"Which is why you are here. Clean them then I will set out your punishment."

He picked up the first laundry stick, the one that had been up my front.

"Your mouth." he said as if there was any doubt what was expected.

I continued to splay my cunny open as I leant further forwards and took as much of the wooden rod in my mouth as I was able. Lord Knox held it as I licked it clean.

I felt a syrupy wetness against my hand and knew I had begun to drip.

When the stick was cleaned to Lord Knox's satisfaction he presented me with the second laundry stick, the one that Mrs Lariat had worked deep into my tight rear hole.

I cleaned that too.

"A different taste I wager." commented Lord Knox as I tongued the wood.

This done I felt shaky as I was permitted to straighten and pull my panties back into place settling the cotton gusset against my wetness. The thin fabric soon soaked through. I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

"Are you familiar with the Lark Hotel in town?" asked Lord Knox.

"Yes Sir, I've never been inside Sir but I know where it is."

The Lark was a grand old hotel near the railway station. I wondered how it was related to my upcoming punishment.

"Remove your clothes."

Lord Knox's command was unexpected. He had just allowed me to pull my panties up so I had not expected to be bared again.

He looked at me with impatience in his eyes. I reached for my pinafore fastenings.

"Remove everything."

I undressed for him. As I removed my brassiere I felt his gaze on my chest. The milk pale skin of my breasts still showed the pink lines were I had been constricted with nooses the previous day. My nipples were still tight from the horseradish paste.

My breasts swung freely on my chest as I leaned down to remove my lower clothing. I saw Lord Knox note how my panties peeled away stickily from my cleft.

I folded my garments neatly placing them on his desk. The last item was my lace maids cap. I presented myself to him entirely bare.

"Do you own a raincoat?"

"Yes Sir."

"Fetch it, be quick."

I hesitated glancing at my pile of clothing.

"Hurry."

Naked I scampered through the manor house to my quarters. I was observed several times. When it was a maid or lower servant that saw me I could run swiftly past covering myself with my hands. But on two occasions I passed people of higher rank, Lady Reed and the head Butler. Then I was forced to stand and curtsey and allow them to observe me at their leisure.

Lady Reed even questioned me about the cause of the marks on my breasts.

When I returned to Lord Knox's study clutching my raincoat I was trembling with nerves and breathing hard.

I held up my coat for his inspection. It was made of navy gaberdine fabric with a button in wool winter lining. The coat fell to my knees and did up with a row of buttons and a belt at the waist.

Lord Knox had me unbutton and remove the winter lining leaving just the gaberdine cotton outer shell of the coat.

"When I dismiss you you will go directly to the Lark Hotel. You will walk there and you will wear your shoes and the coat, nothing else."

His eyes gleamed with amusement at the nervous expression I knew was on my face.

"Furthermore you will not button your coat but you may belt it and you may hold it closed with your hands."

I swallowed. It was midwinter and it was cold and windy outside. At least the bad weather meant there should not be too many people on the streets.

"They are expecting you at the hotel. You will go directly to room 8 on the fourth floor. Enter the room and close the door behind you."

I nodded.

"Inside you will find a wooden chair, a table clock, a dinner plate and a blindfold."

I waited for Lord Knox to explain more. Unbidden my mind tried to anticipate his words. I felt the heavy dampness growing between my legs and I surreptitiously squeezed my thighs together.

I saw Lord Knox's gaze drop to my groin and I knew he had noted my movement but I was not chastised for it. As he continued to speak I rocked slightly on the balls of my feet clenching my thighs together.

"At precisely five minutes past the hour position the chair facing the door and place the dinner plate on the floor between the chair and the door, then remove your coat and blindfold yourself.

When you are blindfolded you will feel your way to the door and open it wide. You will then feel your way back to the chair and seat yourself. I have asked the hotel to provide a towel on the chair for obvious reasons."

I blushed at his wry comment.

"You will sit with your legs spread wide apart facing the open door, you will place your arms behind your back.

While you are seated no one will touch you however it will be made known that you are on display and any who wish may observe you. They may also masturbate to your naked body. They will be encouraged to do so and to deposit their ejaculate onto the dinner plate."

I trembled and licked my dry lips.

"Yes Sir."

"You will remain in that position until the clock strikes the hour."

"If...if I need the bathroom Sir?"

"You have the towel. When the clock strikes the hour you will begin touching yourself. You will use your fingers to penetrate yourself vaginally and anally. You will keep your legs apart throughout so that your actions may be clearly seen. Understood?"

"Yes Sir." I said my stomach lurching in nervous anticipation.

"You will continue touching yourself until you have achieved four distinct and separate orgasms but you are not permitted to reach climax without the express permission of an observer."

"Sir?" I asked uncertainly.

"You will not be able to see if you are being watched but you should be able to hear if someone is there. When you do you may ask them for permission. They are not obligated to agree or even to reply. They may deny you or ignore you entirely but you will continue touching yourself until you have achieved four orgasms. Each orgasm will require verbal permission from a different person. That is important. An observer may only give you permission once, understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"And you are to touch yourself continually from when the clock chimes the hour until your fourth orgasm. You will have at least one finger inside each of your lower openings at all times."

"Sir if I...if I can't hold back, if I climax without permission?" I asked.

"See that you do not. The penalties will be harsh, I will have you taken to the cellars and placed on the machines."

I shuddered and resolved I would do all I could to control myself.

"Should you have a mishap you will still continue to four permitted orgasms."

"Sir, will people know that I am permitted to stop displaying myself after permission has been given four times?"

"Yes, instructions will posted in the hotel lobby and updated to show how many times permission has been granted."

"So, Sir, they could choose to keep me like that all day? Deny me so they may keep watching Sir?"

"They might choose to keep you all week though I've made it clear you are to be fed and watered if it goes on unreasonably past supper time."

"Thank you Sir. Sir...may I...would I be allowed to offer incentives to encourage them to give me permission?"

Lord Knox laughed.

"Incentives? What do you mean?"

He knew, he clearly knew what I meant he sought to tease me. I stuttered and squeezed my thighs tight.

"Nothing Sir, sorry Sir, I misspoke."

"No tell me what you meant."

I hung my head in embarrassment.

"Nothing Sir."

"Tell me." It was an order.

"My mouth Sir, or my other holes." I admitted. "In return for permission Sir."

"Or perhaps between those delightful breasts?"

"Yes Sir, if they wanted me that way."

"I'm sure they would. But no, you are not permitted to offer 'incentives'. You may only ask politely until you are given permission four times and have had four permitted orgasms. When this has been achieved you may close the door and then remove your blindfold."

"And then Sir?"

"The plate will need to be cleaned."

"I understand Sir."

"Then you will return here, walk back in the same manner you travelled there."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir."

"Well on your way then, don't dawdle."

I put on my shoes and coat and headed nervously towards town.

Mrs Lariat, the head maid, saw to my punishment in the scullery while Anita, Constance and Emilia stood watching.

I held my dress raised to my waist, my panties lowered to my knees. I leaned forwards then backwards as Mrs Lariat applied the wooden spoon to my bare posterior then to my front mound.

Given my failings at dinner this wasn't considered sufficient chastisement even though I received more than double the usual application of the spoon with particular attention given to the beating of my pleasure bud. Instead of dismissing me after using the spoon Mrs Lariat chose to use the sugar tongs to pluck hairs from my mound until I was unable to hold back tears. They were more of humiliation than pain but she seemed satisfied I had suffered sufficiently and I was dismissed to my rooms.

There I washed and tidied myself preparing for bed. Shamefully I had moistened under my punishment. I knew Mrs Lariat would have observed this. Undoubtedly I would be inspected in the morning for signs I had interfered with myself. No doubt they would have me spread in the stirrups before breakfast was served. Like the other maids I was expressly forbidden from touching myself unless instructed but I had little choice if I wanted to sleep tonight.

I shared quarters with Anita, Constance and Emilia but we had an unspoken pact that we would ignore any nocturnal fumblings. It was not uncommon for our hands to stray beneath the bedsheets and the thick wax candles that sat at our bedsides would at times find a new home between warm thighs.

In winter our rooms became chill and Mrs Lariat tended to overlook our self pleasuring knowing we did it for warmth as much as for lustful reasons but in summer she would apply the rules zealously. Candles would be checked for emissions and fingermarks, pillows would be sniffed and of course the stirrups and speculum would be put to good use examining any suspected of self relief.

That night I had intended to ride my pillow but I was interrupted by a summons from Lord Knox.

This was unusual and concerning. I dressed in a clean uniform and reported to the main dining room as instructed.

To my surprise the table was laid out with six full plate settings despite the late hour and supper having already been served.

Lord Knox bade me enter.

Mrs Lariat had informed him that I was the one who had made the mistakes with the placement of the cutlery at dinner.

I admitted that this was correct and that I had been disciplined for my errors. I was standing to attention in front of Lord Knox as I spoke. He moved behind me but told me to remain still.

I was quite rigid with nerves as he unfastened first my white pinafore then my black uniform dress. Both garments were allowed to slide to the floor. He then unclasped my brassiere and slid the straps from my shoulders.

I resisted the urge to cover my breasts with my hands as my brassiere slipped down my arms to the floor.

My suspender belt was next but only so that my panties could be tugged down.

I stepped from them as demurely as possible in the circumstances.

This left me in my shiney low heeled shoes, opaque black stockings, refastened suspender belt, the black silk choker at my pale throat and the white lace band in my curly red hair.

Although Lord Knox had stripped me almost bare he had not touched me any more than was necessary to remove my clothes. He then moved away from me to stand at the head of the table.

He instructed me to fold my clothes neatly and then I was again standing to attention in front of him as he spoke.

"You are an intelligent woman, I'm sure you realize that you are here for further punishment. I am going to ask you questions, how truthful you are will inform how severe I am with your body."

I nodded understanding. I felt cold nervous sweat running down the small of my back uninterrupted until it reached the band of my suspender belt.

"Mrs Lariat has informed me that she punished you by beating your buttocks and pubic mound with a wooden spoon."

"Yes Sir. And I was plucked Sir."

"Plucked?"

"With sugar tongs Sir, the hairs on my mound."

"And Mrs Lariat told me that you became wet during your chastisement. Is that true?"

I blushed and looked away.

"Maintain eye contact or you shall spend a week in chastity clamps."

I made myself meet his gaze.

"Yes Sir, I became wet Sir."

"At what stage?"

"When my cunny was beaten Sir and it worsened throughout."

"What do you mean worsened?"

"By the end Sir my wetness was obvious. On my lips Sir."

"I see. Did you peak?"

"No Sir."

"In your chambers afterwards, did you use your hand?"

"No Sir."

"You went to bed wet?"

"Sir I washed and I..."

I hesitated. Telling the truth was one thing but I didn't know if i should volunteer this.

"Go on." he ordered.

"I intended to relieve myself Sir but I didn't have time before I was summoned here."

My pale cheeks felt hot and red now. I trembled under his gaze but he seemed sternly pleased.

"So you are unrelieved. Do you still ache?"

"Yes Sir."

He nodded.

"I understand that your failing in setting the cutlery for lunch was due to a lack of understanding of it's proper order of placement. There are six setting of cutlery on the table. Each will be used to teach you."

"Yes Sir."

"Stand in front of the first setting, place your hands on your head and open your mouth wide."

I obeyed noting that the chairs had been set back allowing me to stand close to the table. I saw the gleaming polished knives, forks and spoons set out before me.

Lord Knox walked up to me and picked up the fishfork from the far right of the setting.

"Fish fork." he said and placed it in my open mouth. It clicked lightly on my teeth. I tasted metal polish.

"Salad fork."

It was also placed in my mouth.

"Oyster fork, soup spoon, fish knife, entree knife, salad knife, dessert fork, dessert spoon."

Each utensil was held up, named, then placed in my mouth. I could scarcely fit them all and I strained not to drop them.

I was drooling around the hard metallic mouthful. Warm saliva spilled down my chin dripping between my breasts. I breathed through my nose, my throat worked as I tried to swallow the excess of saliva but I drooled freely. My chin, throat and the valley of my breasts was soon glazed.

I was unable to speak. Lord Knox gave me a moment of contemplation then he instructed me to move to the next setting. I did so awkwardly with the cutlery stretching my mouth wide and my hands still on my head, fingers bunched in my curls.

Lord Knox pulled one of the dining room chairs up behind me and then he stood between me and the dining table.

"Place a napkin on the chair then sit."

I took one napkin and laid it on the seat but he stopped me before I could sit.

"Wait, do you juice heavily under stimulation?"

I flushed scarlet but I nodded. Fresh drool ran down my front at the motion.

"Use two napkins, we don't want your juices staining the seat."

I took a second white linen napkin from the table and placed it atop the first on the chair. Then I sat.

"Legs apart to either side of me, remove your shoes and place your feet up on the table."

I obeyed. My legs were spread and raised. Lord Knox stood between them gazing down on my opened cunny.

"Agitate yourself." he ordered. I hesitated.

He took an oyster fork from the second setting. The smallest item of cutlery. He held it up.

"I think you have surmised what will follow. I am giving you five minutes to prepare your opening."

I nodded and I reached down to my sticky lipped slit. I caressed myself awkwardly. My fingers were on my clitoris but not in the way I would usually pleasure myself. That seemed too intimate an act to perform in front of Lord Knox.

He seemed to realize this and gave me no choice.

"Do it as if you were alone but hold back from release."

Again I obeyed. I rubbed at myself until my inner muscles were clenching involuntarily and my fingers were slippery.

"Enough. The next lesson can begin."

He inserted the small oyster fork first then the much larger soup spoon, then the flat blunt fish knife.

Each item of cutlery was eased carefully into my slick vaginal tunnel, they felt cold and hard and wrong inside me. Each item went in. Easy at first but when he reached the dessert fork he was having to slid it between the other utensils.

I was slowly stretched wider and wider to accommodate the knives, forks and spoons of the place setting. They bulged out of my body like a bunch of silvery flowers. Only an inch or so of each of the larger utensils was exposed.

I felt them move inside me as each new item was inserted. My labia stretched around the unyielding metal. I moaned around the identical cutlery filling my mouth.

The last item was the salad fork. Lord Knox pushed it in between the others with a metallic scrape.

The napkins on my chair were damp from the juices that dribbled from my stuffed cunny. The straining pink lips of my intimate opening were close to unrecognizable.

Lord Knox stepped back admiring the new shape of my distended cunny.

I shuddered at the odd pressure. Not pain exactly but a tender overfull feel with points of discomfort jostling together inside me.

"Stand up. Hands on your head. Do not drop anything."

I rose awkwardly. My legs were stiff from having been spread and raised. The cutlery began to slide from me. I felt it moving and clenched down my inner muscles. My thighs trembled with strain.

I wasn't sure how long I could hold everything inside me. I couldn't speak to explain my predicament as my mouth was full too.

"Move to the next setting and bend over with your hands on the table."

It was obvious what would be done to me next but I wasn't sure how I would endure it.

Lord Knox pushed a condiment bowl across the table towards me. I saw it contained a thick oily tartare sauce left over from dinner. It was still half full.

"You will hand me each item of cutlery in order from the place setting, you may lubricated each item with the sauce and I shall then place them in you."

I nodded understanding. The knives, forks and spoons in my vagina felt as if they were pulling down and I was perspiring with the effort of holding them.

It was only when the greasy handle of the oyster fork touched my anus did I realize that Lord Knox did not necessarily have to insert the items handle first.

To my sobbing gratitude he did. I was careful to ensure each item was doused in oily sauce before I passed it back to him. He was gentle but firm. He pulled my rear cheeks aside and eased each metal utensil into my tightly furled hole.

I was soon widened considerably. Although the metal shafts of the forks and spoons were quite slender the handles of the knives were much thicker. The entree knife was the largest and I moaned like an animal when I finally felt it in my bloated rectum.

The weight and pressure in my two passages was making it hard for me to stay still. Drool ran from my stuffed mouth to the tabletop as I handed Lord Knox the salad fork.

I felt immense relief that this was the last object to fill my churning tormented rear passage. I felt a strong urge to empty my bowels and to force the cutlery from my cramping vagina.

Lord Knox fetched a mirror so I could see the obscene display emerging from between my parted buttocks.

With a groan I obeyed his command to stand up.

He fetched my panties from my neatly folded pile of clothes. I leant against the dining table and raised each leg in turn as he put my panties back on me.

They couldn't be pulled fully up but they sagged halfway at my mound tight against the protruding cutlery.

I was grateful for the skimpy fabric stretched between my legs as it held the place settings in my vagina and rectum allowing me to relax my internal muscles somewhat.

The next place setting required me to have a small muslin bag tied in place around my left breast. The bag hung below my breast like a feedbag.

Lord Knox placed each item of cutlery from the place setting into the bag in order after naming it.

The bag was secured to my naked breast with cords about the base. The weight of the cutlery strangled my breast from the root and caused my milky flesh to darken with construction. Despite that this setting was easier to endure than the previous three.

Lord Knox seemed to realize I had suffered less this last time so he refined the technique for the fifth setting.

A similar bag was used but was attached to my right nipple with clothes pins and cotton thread rather than being bound to the breast itself.

The result was my right breast dragged down my chest and my pink nipple stretched to triple it's usual length.

Lord Knox regarded me for a moment and I knew I must look a sight.

My saliva wet breasts were bulging and deformed by their burden, my panties were stretched around my stuffed openings and sodden with the juices that were running out of me.

My jaw ached and I could not stand still as I shifted in discomfort.

I was confident I now knew the correct placement of cutlery but there was one final setting left.

He had me stand facing it. Then once more my panties were removed forcing me to strain to hold the cutlery inside my body.

At his order I turned and leaned back against the table edge. I spread my thighs as much as I dared without dropping my load.

He stood in front of me and selected the oyster fork.

With one hand he parted my swollen folds to fully expose the angry pink head of my clitoris.

Lord Knox slowly dragged the smooth silver of the oyster fork across my clitoris from the tips of the tines to the end of the handle.

"Oyster fork." he said.

I nodded frantically.

"Soup spoon."

That too was dragged across the stiff aching nub above my leaking hole.

"Fish knife."

The flat of the blade pressed my clitoris to my pubic bone. I gurgled desperately around the cutlery filling my mouth.

"Entree knife."

Another long smooth caress of cool metal on my hot flesh.

I could not endure this and I saw that Lord Knox knew this.

When the curve of the dessert spoon glided over my clitoris I lost control utterly.

I jerked up away from the table. Lord Knox stepped quickly back from where he crouched.

My overwrought vaginal muscles spasmed violently and the cutlery clattered to the floor, my rectum ejected the utensils straining my anus.

The whole lot cascaded noisily to the ground along with a heavy shower of fluid from my convulsing vagina.

The force of the orgasm made me scream and the cutlery fell from my open mouth. As the tumbled to the floor they caught on the bags tethered to my breasts and pulled them free.

I cried out again scrabbling to untie the bag still half bound to my breast. The bag tied to my nipple was yanked free by the fall of knives, forks and spoons.

I staggered sideways and fell into a kneeling position then onto my side on the ground. I rubbed at myself masturbating mindlessly.

Lord Knox watched with amusement until my desperation subsided.

I felt stretched out, exhausted and soiled. I had reached climax more than once in those few desperate minutes but I still ached with need.

I knew I would never forget the correct place settings again.