We went upstairs to our rooms and got undressed. On every bed was a hooded gown with a rope belt which everybody had to wear, being naked underneath.
We walked down the stairs and, although I had had adventures with Lady Brackenbury for nearly a year now, my heart was pounding because I was sure that I was moving into new experiences. It was not fear, because nothing which had happened had led me to believe that I would not enjoy everything, but it was the unknown. I felt a hand slipped into mine and when I looked I saw my partner of earlier was walking beside me smiling at me.
"My name is Fay, this is the first weekend I have been to and I am a little nervous I hope that I do not let anybody down."
I smiled back:"I am Mabel, Lady Brackenbury's companion, and I have been with her nearly a year now but this is the first time I have been allowed to join in this weekend party. Always before I have been sent away."
We entered the cellar and Lady Brackenbury assembled everybody in a circle.
"Ladies, I welcome you to this special weekend. I am particularly pleased to welcome those who are here for the first time. I will explain the pattern of events but first say that nothing is banned in this room. We have everything needed to give a complete experience. If you look at the tables you will find some rather interesting instruments which you may like to try later. First though it is time for the initiation of half of the newcomers - the rest are tomorrow night. I have in my hand two bowls. Each novice takes one paper from each bowl. The first is the instrument to be used and the second the number of strokes - where you receive them is your choice. When we have finished with the newcomers the rest of us will draw lots for our place in the queue and again half today and half tomorrow. Sir Peter and Mr Richards will be the men who deal with us. They will also be available between times to assist any ladies who need relief and cannot obtain it any other way. Now let us begin. Novices forward - red papers are tonight, blue papers tomorrow."
I moved forward and took my papers. I saw that I was number one tonight and was to receive three dozen with the cane. When everybody was served Lady Brackenbury collected the order and told me to strip. She asked me where I wanted to be caned and I said on the frame. She nodded, told me to remove my gown and move forward. I climbed the frame and held on while my ankles and wrists were fastened. A belt was placed round my waist so that I could not move and I prepared myself. I saw that it was Sir Percy and knew that I was in for a 'punishing' evening.
I heard the sound of the cane before a searing pain coursed through my body. The shock of the first stroke was not over before the second landed just above the first. I knew that this was harder and more intense than anything I had ever received before but soon I found that the pain seemed to retreat as I absorbed the strokes while rubbing my pudenta against the ridge of the crossbar. Each stroke landed in a new spot and the burning senation covered the whole of the bum cheeks while the warmth of orgasm was enveloping me. Suddenly there was a pause and I felt my bumm being rubbed. Sir Percy whispered asking if I was Ok as I still had a long way to go. I nodded and taking up his position began to lay on again. My pain threshold had improved over the year and I was beginning to enjoy the strokes as they were laid on. This time I had relaxed into myself sooner and it was not long before I felt the juices running down my legs as I felt the warmth of my orgasm - I was not yet ready to climax but I knew that it would not be long before I did. The cane ceased its strokes and I returned to reality with a fierce burning in my buttocks while Sir Percy caressed them. He told me that it was time for the last six strokes and I should prepare myself. I steeled myself and then felt the kiss of the cane before he struck. Again the painwas intense and I felt myself moaning. The next strokes was on top of a previous one and I wanted to cry out but held back. Then the last four were delivered with force so that I finally climaxed with the last impact and screamed as I tried to arch my back before slumpingin my bonds. Thre was a cheering and clapping and the ladies crowded round as I ws released. I felt a small hand in mine and my friend Amy took me away from them over to the bed.
My buttocks felt bruised and battered but the euphoria which always follows after a session with the rod now had me in its grip and soon Amy and I were entwined on the bed kissing and rubbing our pubes and breasts together as we enjoyed intimacy. Eventually we rested and looked towards the centre of the room where the next novice was being fastened to the wall. For her it was the birch and she was to receive two dozen strokes from Mr Richards. He had already taken it out of the brina and was shaking the tips. This was the first time I had seen a birching and Amy and I sat there enthralled. It was different to the cane as the birch hissed through the air but landed with a soft sound not a thud. I could see though that although the sound was insignificant the cumulative effect soon turned the buttocks into a raw battlefield with thin marks stretching and criss-crossing in all directions. By the end of the first twelve strokes the marks around the sides had turned into pinpoints of blood which Mr Richards wiped away before he resumed. By the end I knew that this was one instrument that I must try sometime as watching it had had an erotic effect far beyond the obvious pain it caused.
Then it was Amy's turn and I kissed her as she moved forwards. She was tall and elegant with a magnificent bum which flexed as she moved and her thighs were perfection as they ended at a prominent mons which had a delicate blonde fleece. She presented herself to Sir Percy and said that she wanted to be bent over the 'A' frame to receive the two dozen with the Lochgally tawse. She bent over and her hands and feet were fastened down so that her bum was fully clear of all obstruction. Sir percy lifted the tawse and brought it down with a crack. I shuddered as I flashed back in memory to my father and the way he had used it on me. I watched with fascination as each stroke thudded home. I watched as the bruises built on the bum with the edges of the tawse showing as lines which were raised. Sir Percy stopped after twelve strokes and massaged Amy's bum. He then raised the tawse again and was into the next twelve strokes. By the end Amy was sobbing quietly so as she was unfastened I took her back to the bed and comforted her. We took up some pomade on the edge of the bed and rubbed some in.
Now it was the turn of the 'regular' ladies to be dealt with and Amy and I moved forward as a very elegant lady stripped off her gown. She went up to Mr Richards and explained that she must be fastened to the ladder and was to receive five dozen with the whip. As she turned I saw with a gasp that her back was heavily scarred and it was clear that this was not the first time that she had received this treatment.
Mr Richards fastened her to the ladder with her arms and legs fully stretched in an 'X' position. He then took up the whip and swung it. I heard the hiss of the lashes and the thud as they struck. I saw her flinch and then the next and then the next lashed home as the whips curled round her dody. There must have been a dozen lashes to it and before the first dozen her back was heavily marked. Sir Percy took over for the next dozen from the other side and stroke by stroke the blows landed. Then the third dozen and the fourth before the final dozen were started. She was hanging now with her back bleeding from the wounds they had inflicted before the last hiss and thud as the final stroke powered home. Sir Percy obviously knew what to do next because he lowered her to the ground carried her across to the bed left her on her knees and unfastening his trousers showed that his cock was firm and prepared, parted her legs, and thrust home. She screamed with pleasure as he powered in and out until they both came to climax together and she then subsided waiting for her friends to come and deal with her back.
Please go to A Night In - Part Three for the more of this story.