Edmund Thackery stepped from his carriage and motioned for the horseman to move along to the stable. He was pleased to see the front door of his London residence on Hayden Street. It had been a madhouse in Parliament that day and he was glad to be home. It was a bad year to serve in the House of Lords. 1775 was coming to a miserable close and 1776 didn't seem to hold much promise either.
Colleen, one of the Thackery's servants, was there to take Edmund's coat as he came in the front door. He walked down the hallway to find his wife, Lady Madeline Thackery waiting for him in the sitting room.
"Hello, love." Edmund said with a tired smile.
"You look exhausted!" Mrs. Thackery said, turning to Jennifer, a servant waiting nearby. "Some sherry." she ordered.
The girl nodded and quickly left the room.
"It's been a devil of a day!" Edmund moaned as he sat down in his chair near the fireplace. "A devil of a day!"
Jennifer came back with a glass of sherry on a silver tray. Mrs. Thackery took the glass from the tray and waved the girl away.
"Trouble in the colonies?" she asked.
Edmund gave his wife an annoyed look.
"You know I never discuss matters of state at home!"
"Of course, dear. I do apologize." she said, handing him the glass.
He took a gulp of the sherry and sighed.
"Yes, trouble in the colonies." he continued. "A damnable insurrection, that's what it is!"
"Oh, I can sympathize with their situation, the tax burden and all, but you can't just break off from the empire!"
"The upstarts! They all need a good thrashing!" he said.
Madeline grasped the opportunity to change the subject.
"Speaking of thrashing, we need to deal with the servants. This is Friday."
Friday was the established day of the week for punishing the servants for various misdeeds around the house. Not all punishment took place on Friday. Occasionally a maid would displease Mrs. Thackery and quickly find herself bent over the nearest chair with her dress tossed over her head, having a dose of the Lady's oak hairbrush briskly applied to her bottom. Or perhaps a serving girl would spill something during supper which would result in an immediate spanking over Mr. Thackery's knee. Edmund had no compunction about baring a servant girl's buttocks and spanking them soundly, even in front of guests. In fact, it was when others were present at the table that he was most prone to wallop one of his girls.
The impromptu punishment of a servant was not uncommon at Thackery manor. For the most part however, a record of misdeeds unfinished duties were kept in Mrs. Thackery's ledger and the corresponding punishments were meted out on Friday afternoon, before dinner.
"Right." Edmund said. "Let's get on with it."
Lady Thackery took a small silver bell from the mantelpiece and rang it. Within moments, four servants, all young women, had entered the room and were waiting at attention in front of the lord and lady.
"Are they prepared?" he asked.
"Yes, they are." she said. As always, the girls had been instructed to leave their aprons and undergarments in their rooms in preparation of punishment in order to make their bottoms easily accessible.
"Where are Katherine and Rebecca?"
"Katherine is not in the ledger this week." Mrs. Thackery told her husband. "She has performed without flaw. As for Rebecca, she had to leave for a few days- some family matter. But I settled accounts with her this morning, before she left."
"Did she require the hairbrush?" he asked.
"One of your belts, actually."
"Insufferable girl!" Lady Thackery said. "Always dawdling... always up to mischief! I caught her taking a nip at our dinner wine yesterday!
"Good Lord! I hope you laid it on well!"
"She won't sitting down for a few days, I can promise you." Mrs. Thackery sat across from her husband, opened the ledger and chose a name from the list. "Emily, you will be the first."
Emily Wicklund was a small, brown-haired, buxom youth of twenty who's behavior on the whole was quite good. She had done very well for herself as a chamber maid, with the exception of some nervous clumsiness on her part. Emily stepped forward and stood quietly with her head bowed as the complaints against her were read.
"On Monday, Emily forgot to bring fresh water to the bedroom basin. Wednesday she dropped one of my Aunt Margaret's antique flower vases, causing it to be chipped."
"Can it be restored?" Lord Thackery inquired.
"I believe so." she replied.
"Well then, nothing too serious. Still, we must be more careful in the future mustn't we?"
"Sir." Emily agreed with a curtsy.
Edmund hooked his arm around Emily's waist and bent her over his lap. Without ceremony, he lifted the young woman's dress, revealing her pale, round buttocks.
"I think a good hand spanking should suffice, don't you?"
"I might have used the brush." said Lady Thackery. "But I'm certain you know best."
"Yes." the gentleman replied and with that, he lifted his large powerful hand and brought it down, landing a sound, solid swat across Emily's fair cheeks.
Emily flinched and grimaced but did not cry aloud, she knew better. She had witnessed many a spanking at the manor and had taken note that the girls who kicked and cried only received more swats in return. As the volley of painful slaps rained down on her naked, vulnerable ass, Emily simply gritted her teeth and tried to remain still, resisting as much as she could the impulse to cry out. Of course, after a while over Lord Thackery's knee, it was impossible not to show some signs of distress. His ability to find the softest area on a bottom and to set that patch ablaze with pain was uncanny. His punishments were rarely unfair but never forgotten. He was a quiet-spoken man except when angered. And if he was angry enough to raise his voice, someone's bottom would soon be throbbing.
Lord Thackery laid swat after stinging swat onto Emily's reddening cheeks until even that well-controlled girl was weeping openly. Her buttocks were spanked until they were red and raw. She was about to start begging for mercy when her master gave her one last resounding slap and then put her dress back in place.
When Mr. Thackery commanded Emily to stand, she quickly pushed herself up, wiping the tears from her face as she stood.
"We will try not to be so clumsy won't we, Miss Wicklund?" Lady Thackery asked her.
"Yes, ma'am." Emily answered, curtsying again.
"Off you go then." said Lord Thackery.
Emily returned back to her place in line with the other girls. Only then did she begin to try and rub the soreness from her aching cheeks.
Mrs. Thackery glanced down at the ledger.
"Colleen will now step forward."
Colleen Sullivan was a trim, sturdy young girl of Irish descent who wore her fine red hair in shoulder-length curls. Her smooth, porcelain skin and soft emerald eyes made her a vision hard to ignore. The only thing more noticeable than Colleen's beauty was her quick temper and stubborn will. Such elements in her personality caused her to be the most often punished girl in the house. During her first year in the Thackery's employ, she had been spanked on more than fifty occasions. Still, her insubordinate behavior continued. If it were not for a vow to Colleen's dying mother to keep and train her errant daughter, Madeline would have released the girl long ago.
"Colleen has been lazy and insolent this week." Lady Thackery declared. "On Tuesday she was given the simple duty of beating the rugs. She performed her duty in a haphazard fashion and when I informed her that she wasn't beating the rugs hard enough, she answered me with a sharp tongue!"
"Sir," Colleen interjected. "I only said that, if Lady Thackery was to use her hairbrush, she'd have those rugs beaten clean in no time."
The other girls tried not to giggle.
"You impudent whelp!" Lady Thackery fumed. "If your mother had the strength, she'd-"
"There is no cause for anger, my dear." Edmund interrupted. "We shall simply show young Miss Sullivan how to properly whack a rug." He stood and pointed to Emily. "Fetch the rug beater." Emily nodded and darted out of the room. "Only, I think Miss Sullivan should experience this particular whacking from the rug's point of view."
Lord Thackery took a wooden chair from a nearby table and placed it sideways directly in front of Colleen. "You will lift your dress and assume the position of a dirty rug." he said. Blushing as deeply as a rose, Colleen took hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it up above her waist as she lowered herself over the seat of the chair.
Emily returned with a long paddle-shaped instrument made from thick, shellacked wicker. Edmund took the rug beater from Emily and stood to the left of Colleen's upturned bottom. "Now, I want you all to watch closely as I attempt to whack the filth from this nasty little piece of carpet." He lifted the beater on high and brought it whistling through the air onto the young woman's buttocks with a thundering smack that caused the other girls to flinch. Colleen let loose with a cry that was answered by a second stinging swat. Tears streamed down Colleen's pale, freckled cheeks as the next few swats found their round, trembling target. "You see, you must stand clear of the rug and hold the instrument at the far end of the handle using it's full length when you swing. These quick smacks do very little to get the job done." He punctuated each word with short, sharp spanks. Lord Thackery then took the handle in both hands, lifted the rug beater high above his head and swung it down across Colleen's bottom with a powerful slap, the hardest one yet. Colleen gasped and began to bawl. "You must use full-armed swats that produce a resounding clap that can be heard all around the house." He gave Colleen's bottom another cracking blow and then held the instrument out to Emily. "You try it."
"I.. uh..." Emily gulped, shyly.
"Come now, you both need to learn from this!" Edmund said, placing the handle firmly in Emily's hand. She blushed a bit as she took her place at Colleen's side. She then took a deep breath, brought back the flat end of the instrument and swung it with all her might delivering a loud, solid spank to her workmate's pink, throbbing cheeks. Colleen was crying loudly now and when Emily landed another equally painful swat, the Irish lass howled with pain and humiliation. Emily continued the thrashing until Edmund handed the beater to Jennifer Beecham.
Jennifer was a raven-haired beauty fresh out of school and new to the Thackery's home. Colleen had made things difficult for the new girl with cruel pranks and teasing. So it was with relish that Jennifer took the rug beater in hand and began smacking Colleen's fanny as though she was whacking a hundred years of dust from a thick carpet. She swung with terrific malice causing Colleen to grip the legs of the chair with both hands as she began to blubber uncontrollably. Again and again, Jennifer joyfully smacked Colleen's bottom, bringing it to a dark, ruddy hue. Eventually, Edmund took the beater from Jennifer's hand and passed it to Jane.
Jane Thisby, the Thackery's plump cook's assistant, was timid and easily frightened. She too had been mistreated by Colleen, but was afraid to spank her in earnest for fear of reprisals. Jane took the rug beater and began to give Colleen a few moderate swats, each of which landed with a dull slap.
"No, no!" Mr. Thackery shouted.
"You have to swing harder than that, Jane!" Mrs. Thackery added.
Jane curtsied and then continued to give Colleen a half-hearted spanking with blows only a trifle harder than before.
"Oh, this won't do!" Lord Thackery said, grabbing another chair from the table and placing it flush against the chair that Colleen was bent over. "I'll show you how it's done!" He then took Jane by the shoulders, forced her over the empty seat and flung her dress up. The two girl's bare bottoms were snug against each other, Colleen's red and swollen one next to Jane's which was pale and unmarred. Lord Thackery hauled back and swung the beater catching Jane's bottom with a powerful blow that had her wincing. This was followed by several harder spanks that swiftly brought tears to Jane's eyes. Then there was a surprisingly hard swat for Colleen who had begun to think her punishment had ended. Jane got another stinging spank followed by one for Colleen.
For the next few minutes the two took their spankings simultaneously. Mr. Thackery alternated swats, from one bottom to the other until both young women were kicking and crying for mercy.
"Stand up, Jane." Edmund commanded.
"Yes sir." Jane sobbed as she stood, gripping her sore backside.
"Do you feel that Jane has been sufficiently punished?"
Mrs. Thackery checked the ledger.
"She only forgot to mop the kitchen floor one night. Yes, I think that should do. Get back in line, Jane." Jane curtsied and took her place next to Emily and Jennifer.
"Stand up!" Lord Thackery told Colleen who stood rubbing her bottom furiously as she hopped gingerly from one foot to the other. "Miss Sullivan, you have talked back to my wife! This will not be permitted! You will have no dinner tonight and no breakfast tomorrow! You are to be spanked by Lady Thackery every morning this week and by me every evening. Any other transgressions on your part will be settled most harshly with my belt, do you understand?!"
"Yes sir!" Colleen gulped. Mr. Thackery waved her away. Still sobbing, Colleen dashed back to her place in line.
"Jennifer shall be last one." Lady Thackery said, closing the ledger. "I would like to take charge of this myself. You see, she neglected to dust the foyer on Wednesday and while that in itself may not be a grave transgression, it is something I have personally reminded her about again and again. I cannot help but think that she is ignoring me." With that, she glared at Jennifer. "And I will not have that."
"Very well." Edmund agreed. "Jennifer, bring Lady Thackery her hairbrush."
Jennifer bowed her head and left the room returning a few moments later with a large oak hairbrush which she handed to her lady. Mrs. Thackery wasted no time, hauling Jennifer over her lap, lifting her dress and landing the first swat of the brush in what seemed to be one smooth continual motion.
Madeline was an expert spanker. Every servant in the house knew the sting of her hairbrush and none of them took the subject lightly. It wasn't just the harshness of the swats, but the blinding speed with which they were delivered. A spanking from Lady Thackery took far less time than one from her husband, but it was debatable which was more feared.
She dispensed an array of stinging swats that had Jennifer's bottom bright pink within a minute. The fierce staccato of spanks continued and soon those pink cheeks were crimson. Lady Thackery swung the brush like a woman possessed, peppering the girl's burning cheeks with blistering smacks, each one seemingly harder than the last. Jennifer was a mass of tears and apologies before her mistress was through with her. Then just as quickly as she had taken the girl over her knee, Lady Thackery grabbed Jennifer by the arms and yanked her to her feet. She stood and stared coldly into Jennifer's watery eyes.
"From now on, you will attend to all the duties you are given!"
"Oh- yes, ma'am!" Jennifer tearfully replied.
"Very well. Back to work- all of you!"
Lady Thackery clapped her hands and the girls all scattered from the room.
Edmund sat down in his chair by the fire. Madeline stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders.
"That seemed fair enough." she stated.
Lord Thackery stared into the flames for a moment before answering.
"You did seem a bit rough on Jennifer, though."
"Do you think so?" Madeline asked.
"Never mind." Edmund said, patting his wife's hand as he spoke. "You and I will soon settle that account."
Later that night, all four servant girls were gathered around the door of the master bedroom, giggling quietly as they took turns peering through the keyhole. One at a time, they watched with delight as Lord Edmund Thackery, in his nightgown, held the naked Lady Madeline Thackery over his lap, spanking her mercilessly with her own hairbrush.
"Look at her face." Jennifer commented as she moved aside, giving Emily a chance to peek through the tiny opening. "She almost seems to be enjoying it!"
Young Emily took a closer look.
"I think you're right!" she replied.
"Imagine that!" Jane said, with amazement.
Colleen rubbed her own bottom to feel the wickedly delicious sting.
"Imagine that." she whispered.