They came out of the study and they shook hands with my father telling her he hoped everything was to her satisfaction. He then turned to me and warned me that I must be on my best behaviour now and not let him down now I was going into service. He opened the door and we walked down the steps to the lady's carriage where a man in a uniform stepped down and opened the door for us. As soon as we were inside he 'geed' up the horses and we were on our way. I didn't know if I should speak but tried to think of what had happened.

My name is Mabel and my family consisted of ten children and my father, our mother had died giving birth to my youngest sister, and he had brought us all up. He worked in the City of London and we had had a number of nursemaids who came and went to look after us. Father was very strict and from an early age we had all been spanked with his hand, this being replaced by his belt or a strap when we reached ten years of age. Because I was the oldest girl I usually got the blame so I was used to the strap once or twice a week and when I reached twelve years old before punishing me my father also used to make me take my knickers down and stand in front of him. I was shy as I was beginning to get hairs around my private parts and he used to fix his eyes on that area. By the time I was thirteen he was rubbing my bum after he had strapped me and I was beginning to feel strange warm feelings when he did it. It was a shock therefore when he brought this lady home and told me I would be going with her after he had spanked me hard. I was in a turmoil as I could not understand what I had done wrong and why I should be sent away but father said that this lady, Lady Brackenbury, had offered me employment as a personal maid. He had agreed because he was finding it difficult with all of us and he knew I would be going to a good home.

Lady Brackenbury was sitting opposite me and she smiled and told me not to worry as she was sure that I would settle down well in her household. I would start with the housekeeper teaching me the duties of a personal maid and companion and then I would be her own maid with all the privileges, and pains, that that entailed. We travelled for about half an hour before we reached a large house in the middle of a square in the centre of London. Lady Brackenbury explained that this was their London home and they had another in the country. We left the carriage and were ushered into the hall where I stood astonished. As a tall lady dressed all in black, I soon found out that this was the housekeeper, and a man, the butler, curtseyed and bowed to Her Ladyship she introduced me to the housekeeper and told her to take me away, bathe me and get me some suitable clothes. She would then speak to her about my duties. The housekeeper led me upstairs to a small bedroom and told me that this would be mine. It was next door to Lady Brackenbury not higher on the top floor with the rest of the servants as her Ladyship wanted me near her. She told me to strip off and she called out for two girls to bring hot water for the bath. I watched as two girls about my age struggled up the stairs with heavy buckets of hot water and filled the bath. When I had taken all my clothes off she told me to turn round and inspected me carefully. She laughed when she saw my reddened bum cheeks and said that I had obviously had a good tanning recently so would be prepared for what was to happen. I didn't understand what she meant so kept quiet. She put me in the bath and washed me all over including my hair until I was shining like a new pin. I was given a nightgown and dressing robe and told to put them on. She then took me along to her ladyship's bedroom and after being told to enter led me in.

Lady Brackenbury was sitting at her dressing table and turned round as we entered. She asked the housekeeper if she was satisfied and when she confirmed that she was told her that staff punishment would be at 8:00pm tonight before she had dinner. The housekeeper curtseyed and left. Lady Brackenbury looked at me and told me to take my clothes off. I was very shy but removed first the dressing gown and then the nightdress. I now stood in front of her Ladyship stark naked feeling hot all over but with my bum still tingling from the effects of the strap. She called me to her and caressed me running her hands all over my body with special emphasis on my breasts - which were just forming and between my legs where the hair had now formed quite a bush. She slipped her fingers in my private parts and, when I started, laughed and said that I would soon get used to it. She said that she had been very impressed with me when she had met me and I would be her very personal maid and companion and everything that happened must be kept a secret between us. I enjoyed the thought of secrets with a real lady so immediately agreed. She then told me to get dressed in the clothes in my room and come down to the study at 8:00pm with the rest of the staff.

I went into my room and found that their was a flowered dress with new black underclothes for me to put on. I dressed and made my way down to the study where the rest of the staff were assembling. Lsdy Brackenbury swept in and sat in her chair with the staff lined up in front of her. She asked the houskeeper which ones were due for punishment and the names were read out and details of the offence given, upon which Lady Brackenbury announced the punishment.

The first girl who had been late arriving to light the fires in the bedrooms that morning was to receive twelve strokes of the strap from the butler. Jenkins the butler had the strap in his hand and I could see that it was similar to the one my father used. The girl stepped forward and bent over the end of a table lifting her dress over her back and lowering her knickers. I could see that this was not the first time she had been strapped as marks from an earlier session still showed. Jenkins took up his position at her side and "WHIPP!!" "CRACKK!!" the strap landed. He delivered the strokes at regular intervals until the full twelve had been administerd by which time she was weeping loudly. She then stood up and with her knickers still around her ankles took her place with her reddened bum showing to the whole room. The second girl had left the linen closet untidy and she was sentenced to twelve strokes to be administered by the housekeeper and I soon saw that she had as much expertise as the butler. Her victim was also left crying with her fiery bum exposed to the view of all. The final person to be punished was a sixteen year old boot boy who had been caught fighting with a local tradesman when he should have been working. Lady Brackenbury told him that she would not tolerate brawling and he would receive twelve strokes of the birch from Mr Jenkins. The boy started crying at this but nobody took any notice and the housekeeper pulled out a block of wood with a strap across the centre of it. Mr Jenkins placed the boy in position, fastened him down and took the specially prepared birch out of its water bucket. He shook the twigs free of drops of water and laid into the boy with a will "WHIPP!!" "CRACKK!!" "WHIPP!!" "CRACKK!!" "WHIPP!!" "CRACKK!!" the birch landed and the howls rose to a crescendo before the last stroke was delivered. I was surprised to hear him crying so much as the birch did not seem as bad as the strap but time explained everything. I could see that his bum was covered with a myriad of lines which ran in all directions and small pockets of blood where the edges had landed. He was unfastened and told to go with the housekeeper to have his bum treated with a salt solution!

After we had been dismissed I had my dinner in the parlour while Lady Brackenbury ate in the main dining room. When she had finished she called me and told me that I would begin my duties tonight by helping her prepare for bed. I was to be in her room at eleven o'clock. I was rather nervous but was waiting in her room when she arrived. She smiled at me and asked what I had thought of the punishments. I told her that it was no worse than my father. She then told me to help her to undress and showed me which buttons and bows to unfasten as I helped her out of her gown and petticoats. I had never seen so many petticoats in my life as she wore at the same time. She was then standing in her stockings and drawers and was obviously waiting for me to remove these as well. I did not know her age but she was well formed and when I had reoved all of her top garments I could see that she had large firm breasts with dark brown aureols topped by firm nipples. I now knelt down and unfastened the garters and lowered the stockings slipping them off her feet and then lowered the drawers down. As I knelt before her pushing them down I could see her thick black bush of hair which covered her private parts and a musky smell coming from them. The smell was not unpleasant and as she looked down she could tell I was not upset by it. She pulled my face towards her quim and said "Explore it my little one. Find out what mysteries it holds." As she said this she gently led me to her bed and laying back spread her legs so that I could clearly see the lips with their coral centre presented to me. I knelt down and looked at it before putting my fingers inside. "Don't be frightened." she said, "It will not bite. Take your own clothes off so that I can see you". I stood up and unfastened my dress before pulling it off. I then removed my knickers and was finally naked. I was nervous as except when the housekeeper had bathed me I had never been naked in front of a stranger before. She pulled me back and turned me round before she eased my head between her legs. I used my fingers to explore and she told me to put my tongue in. I slipped my tonue beteen the lips and immediately felt a knob which was sticking out. I flicked it with my tongue and Lady Brackenbury cried out. I tasted liquid as something ran down her legs. Meanwhile I could feel her fingers in me and her thumb felt the spot which I knew did wonderful things.

Before we had got far there was a firm knock on the door and my Lady threw a sheet over us and told the person to come in. It was the housekeeper, Joanne, and she told my Lady that it was time for her 'be dealt with'. I didn't understand what she meant but my Lady immediately stood up and walked to the end of the bed telling me not to be frightened. Joanne went to a cupboard and removed a fierce looking cane which was decorated at the end with ribbons. She swished it through the air once or twice and told my lady to bend over the end of the bed. She did so gripping the mattress tightly and I was astounded to see Joanne lash it down across her bum cheeks. A white line sprung out immediately and, before it had turned to red, the next stroke landed just above the first. She continued with stroke after stroke until I had counted twelve when she stopped and my lady stood up and thanked her. Joanne pointed at me but I heard my Lady tell her to wait for a few days as I was not yet prepared. Joanne looked at me and after putting the cane back in the cupboard left us. My mistress was weeping gently and lay face down on the bed with her poor bruised bottom already turning purple with the force of the strokes. She told me to get the cream from the dressing table, bring it over and smooth it into her bum and between her legs as this would take the pain away. Whilst she was talking she felt between my legs and I knew that she understood that her fingers had discovered that I was wet with juices running down from the excitement of watching her being caned.

As I smoothed the cream in she asked me if I had enjoyed being strapped by my father and what I had felt like inside and had I enjoyed watching her being caned. Would I like to be caned - not with the servants - but in private by her and the housekeeper. There were so many questions and, on this my first day, I was also very tired so she saw my distress and sent me to bed.

When I woke up the next morning my mind was in a whirl with everything that had happened to me and it took a visit by the housekeeper to bring me back to the present. She told me to get up and wash and dress and then attend my mistress. Lady Bracknbury was lying back in bed awake reading a book and the bedroom fire was well alight and warm. She told me that she liked to have a massage before she got up and I would learn how to do this from a masseur who visited regularly and was due in the next few minutes. Meanwhile she asked how I had enjoyed the night before and had I liked seeing her caned as much as she had enjoyed seeing me strapped by my father. I told her that it gave me goose pimples and did funny things to me. She laughed and said that she was sure that she and I would get on well together. For the next half hour, until the masseur came, I would be instructed by the housekeeper in my duties but I must remember my main duty was to her (her ladyship). I went to the housekeeper and she explained that I had no other duties except to satisfy my mistress. I was not to associate with the rest of the staff and she herself would teach me everything I needed to know and she, or my mistress, would punish me if it was needed. She demonstrated how I should dress and undress my mistress by letting me practice on her. As I removed her clothes I discovered that she had a beautiful body and I guessed that I would help her as well as her Ladyship. She told me that I was to return to her for one hour from nine until ten o'clock this evening before I attended to her ladyship. By this time the masseur had arrived and I returned to her Ladyship to have him explain the oils and lotions he used and the way that he rubbed them into her body. After he had demonstrated it was my turn and although I was clumsy at first I soon got the idea.

Once the masseur had finished I had to attend my Lady in her bath. The kitchen girls had brought up buckets of hot water and the bath was now ready and my lady stepped in. I helped to wash and soap her until eventually she had had enough and climbed out. I could see that she had a beautiful body with firm proud breasts and, as I put the towels round her, I saw that the large prominent bum was lined with the ridges from the cane. I dried her and helped her dress in the clothes that she had selected for that morning. She intended to take me with her as her companion but I would remain in the staff quarters when she visited a house to be entertained. She explained that eventually she wanted me to act as a full companion to her but that would take several months of hard work. The next thing was to get me clothes more suitable for a companion and she was taking me to her gown shop to get me new clothes.

The next hours in the gown shop were magic as she sat there instructing the staff to fetch this or that, remove something else, charge a dozen of some other garment until I had more clothes than I had even seen in my life. She told the Manager to send them to her house and then we left for our first visit. When we arrived I was shown into a side room and told to wait while my mistress discussed business with the lady who owned the house. I saw them go into a side room and then one of the maids was called and she entered. As I sat waiting I could hear the sounds of a strap being used - a sound I knew well - and eventually the maid came out rubbing her bum and crying. My mistress then told me to come in and introduced me to the lady as her new companion. The lady took my hand and smiled as she said that we should probably seeing a lot of each other as time went on, a sally which caused much laughter between the two ladies but which meant nothing to me. Eventually we left and paid other visits to other ladies. This was how the next week went on, lessons from the housekeeper on deportment and how to look after Her Ladyship in the morning, then a round of visits with her during the day, or sitting with her while her friends visited her and finally undressing her for bed. Nothing had happened like the first night and I had almost forgotten it when my mistress called me to her one evening. Joanne, the housekeeper, was waiting there as well and my lady told me to shut the door and turn the key in the lock. She explained what was going to happen now was private between the three of us and any suggestion of me talking to other members of the household would mean instant dismissel and I would not be able to obtain a job in future. However she added smiling she knew that I was going to enjoy the experience and would want to continue my learning in the future.

She told me to undress her and take off my own clothes. Soon we were both naked and I was surprised to see that Joanne had also stripped. She had a lovely body, like my mistress, although her breasts were fuller and her bum heavier and more prominent. The hair between her legs was so full that it spread and stuck out at the back as well as nearly reaching her navel. I saw her go to the cupboard and take out the cane which she handed to my mistress. She then bent over the end of the bed and I saw her superb bum cheeks sticking out white and full, ready to be kissed by the rod. My mistress took her place and, after caressing the bum, the first stroke cracked home. The fiery line jumped across both cheeks. The strokes rained in with ferocity and I counted in my head but she did not stop at twelve but continued on to twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two until she had given twenty four strokes. Joanne had not moved just groaning and wriggling a little as the last ones landed. By the end her bum was a scarred mass with the whole area a brilliant red criss-crossed with purple lines which were already swelling and forming ridges. She smiled at me and then took my hand and put it between her legs. I slipped my fingers into her cunt and found that it was awash with juices which had come down with the thrashing. She put my hand on her nub and helped me move it back and forth while my mistress was laying back with her own legs open pushing her fingers in and out of her cunt. Joanne suddenly cried out and I felt my whole hand covered with her spend as it came out. She now told me that it was my turn and took up the cane swishing it through the air before telling me to bend over the end of the bed. I took up my position and prepared but was not ready for the fiery burst which hit me as the first stroke landed. The strap had covered an area but the cane created a line of fire which I had not experienced before. The next one was just above the first and then they continued one after the other, the pain from each one building on the agony of the previous stroke. Finally, after I don't know how many, she stopped and felt between my legs. She nodded to my mistress and told me to kneel over my mistress's mouth with my quim. I did so and for the first time felt the full beauty of the tongue of a woman exploring my depths. Young as I was I was ready for this and was hot and cold all over as orgasm followed orgasm. I don't know how much I spent but my mistress sucked every drop from me and her fingers probed up to my hymen when she stopped.

By this time we were all on such a high and my mistress told me that it was my turn to cane her before Joanne took over. She walked to the bottom of the bed and bent over with her strong buttocks on their firm thighs ready for the stick. I was nervous and the first stroke was a tap before I began to find my stride and by the end of my twelve she was nodding in satisfaction. Joanne now took up the cane and told me to watch as she prepared to cane. There was no doubt that she was an expert and wheras my feeble efforts had not raised a mark by her third stroke she was laying down a full set of lines similar to those on her own bum. Again two dozen was the amount received and I could now see that there was nothing between them in the state of their bums. They hugged and kissed each other and I saw Joanne take a wooden toy like a candle out of the cupboard which she thrust into my mistress's cunt. She moved it back and forth faster and faster while I watched my mistress with eyes bulging and her body moving up and down in the throes of some massive experience until she finally rose almost vertical and then collapsed back on the bed with exhaustion. Joanne took the stick which was shaped like a man's cock out of my mistress and put it up to my nose to smell the juices on it before handing it to me telling me she wanted me to do the same to her. She lay on the bed by my mistress and opened her legs wide while I gradually pushed the stick into her. It went in a long way before she told me to stop and that I was now to move it in and out of her as I had seen her do. I got between her legs and started moving the stick in and out. Faster she told me. I moved it faster and could see that as it came out so there was liquid oozing out with it. She was calling out to me to move faster and my hand was like a blur until with a final convulsion she came and came and came! By now we were all exhausted and returned to our own beds for the rest of the night.

The next day it was obvious tha there was a different relationship between the three of us. My mistress treated me more as a friend than as an employee while the housekeeper also indicated that she had now established a special relationship with me. When my mistress and I left the house that morning to visit one of her friends she told me that I would be joining her with her friend today. When we arrived at her house we were taken into her private room where the two ladies kissed and I was introduced as her private companion. My mistress told her friend that I was her confidential maid and she had no secrets from me. She told me to lift my dress and lower my drawers so that her friend could see my bum. I did as she asked and her friend came over handling my bum cheeks and commenting on the marks that were fast disappearing. My mistress said that she had also had a good caning last night and the two ladies stripped off and examined each other. Her friend asked if I could give her a good strapping followed by a caning like my mistress had received last night. I looked at my mistress who nodded and her friend fetched a thick strap and a lady's cane from a cupboard in the corner and handed them to me. She then bent over the end of the sofa and prepared herself for my ministrations. I started with the strap and used it as my dad had used it on me - firm strokes which covered all the bum and soon turned the surface red. She wriggled as I strapped her and I could tell that it was bringing her off. By the time I finished she had a well striped bum now turning a fiery red. "Well done my dear," she said, "now use the cane and don't spare the rod." By now I had given her about thirty strokes of the strap and I took up the cane standing to her side. My mistress was watching while at the same time fingering herself and nodded to me to continue. I rememberd the way Joanne had caned my mistress and did the same myself. I lay the strokes one above the other until the lines looked like tramlines with the white turning to red. She called out," Make the last ones HARD!" and I struck with all my force. I was still not very expert and the blows were not as hard as Joanne's but I could see that they were causing her to react and so made sure that I thrashed home until I saw her rear up and thrust her fingers in her quim and bring herself off with a shuddering cry. She remained bent over the sofa arm for a minute or two and then thanked me for my help. She turned to my mistress and told her that she had a jewel and would she bring me to the next meeting of the Circle. My Lady said that she probably would and by then I would be more experienced and ready for initiation. They then told me to get dressed myself and then help them to dress. Finally we were all buttoned and fastened up and the room looked as through three ladies had just been having a tete-a-tete. We now left and in the carriage my mistress congratulated me telling me I had performed well. She reminded me that as her companion I would see and be involved in may things but no word of what transpired must pass my lips. I said I understood and was enjoying everything very much.

See Part 2 and find out what Mabel learns with Lady Brackenbury.