A Victorian Household - Part 8 Part 3
By
The Disciplinarian

We came down to breakfast and checked the list of what should be happening1st. Lord Charles - crop/cane on Lady Brackenbury 6 x 6 = 36 strokes with each.
2nd. Peter - strap/cane on Mabel 5 x 6 = 30 strokes with each.
3rd. Marion - whip/birch on John 3 x 5 = 15 strokes with each.
4th. Mabel - cane/hand on Richard 4 x 6 = 24 strokes with each.
5th. Muriel - cane/birch on Jane.6 x 6 = 36 strokes with each.
6th. Richard - hand/crop on John 4x 4 = 16 strokes with each.
7th. Lady Brackenbury - Cane/strap on Lord Charles 6 x 4 = 24strokes with each.
8th. Peter - hand/cane on Marion 5 x 4 = 20 strokes with each
9th. Jane etc., etc.,

After breakfast Lord Charles told us that there would be one or two changes to the programme the major one being that those who had not yet taken part would have both parts with one following the other. Thus Muriel would cane Jane first and then in her turn be birched by Jane. This would be the session for this morning and would start in the morning room in half an hour. he also added that this should be worth watching as both participants are flagellants.
We all returned to our rooms and got dressed, I decided that I would wear just a loose dress with nothing underneath and then went to assist Lady Brackenbury. She also decided on the same costume as she felt that there would be a chance to participate once the two had been dealt with.
We returned downstairs where we joined the rest who were congregating in the morning room. As soon as we entered I noticed that one wall had been cleared of curtains and a large 'X' frame was fastened to the wall. Close by was a tall ladder. The two ladies entered dressed in their cloaks and after greeting everybody stripped them off. They were well matched. Muriel was about 5ft 6ins tall with a well formed figure. Her breasts were full and heavy with prominent nipples already engorged in anticipation of what was to follow. Her legs were firm, those of a horsewoman, with solid thighs and a large bum. Her pussy was covered with a thick thatch of black hair and her mons was also prominent. Altogether a body which could absorb a lot of punishment without flinching. Jane was a few inches shorter and of stockier build. Her breasts were also large and the brown aureoles were also tipped with nipples which were as firm as nuts. Her bum was firm and well rounded with delicate dimples which flexed as she moved. Her pussy was more sparsely covered but the ginger fleece had the reddy texture of a fox as it covered its nest. The draw had chosen Muriel to start the proceedings and she was to cane Jane. Thirty six strokes would be delivered with three canes. Firstly a dozen with the nursery cane, then the second dozen with the governess cane and for the final twelve she would use the 40 inch punishment rattan. Jane was to be fastened to the 'X' frame where Muriel would deliver the strokes with an interval of five minutes between each instrument. The details were agreed and Jane moved to the wall spreading her legs and arms so that she could be fastened to the 'X' frame. When she was in position Muriel walked over and caressed her bum before taking up the nursery cane.
"WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!" the cane lashed home on the large firm buttocks raising a white line across them as the cane bounced back "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!" one by one the strokes from the nursery cane played a rhythm on her bum each one finding new spot to impact. The lines were visible across the bum not in any dramatic way because of the lightness of the cane. "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!" the twelve with the nursery cane were finished and Muriel carressed Jane and admired her handiwork. Now she took up the governess cane and most of the party remembered this from their own experience as she swished it through the air once or twice. Then "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", it landed across the reddened buttocks. "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!" now the strokes were beginning to show darker marks and some bruising as the white turned to red and then to puce with each impact. The cane continued to rise and fall with Jane crying out to Muriel to try harder. Muriel was perspiring as she caned and hard as she tried she could make no real impression. "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!" the last two fell and the specators could clearly see that there was plenty of marks but little damage to the bum as Muriel felt it. As she touched it Jane told her that it must be harder.
Muriel now picked up the punishment cane. This was a rattan at least forty inches long, knotted along its length and as thick as a finger. She waved it through the air several times before taking her place. "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", the first stroke powered home with Muriel swinging her body to get full force into it. Now the mark flamed out leaving a searing line across the bum with the raised ridges where the knots landed. The group gasped and moved closer. "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!" again the brutal instrument landed leaving another livid stroke in its path. "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", Muriel was using her full force but still Jane had not reacted. "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!" she worked the bottom so that the strokes overlapped. "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!" now the bum was beginning to show effect as the bruises were raised and turning a livid purple colour. Where the many ridges were touched by the cane it raised blood blisters which broke leaving streaks of blood. Muriel was now in full erotic passion and was beginning to cry out as the cane lashed her bum. We could see as she writhed that she was possessed by the totality of the experience The effects of the cane joined her own emotions to create a persona which was so powerful that the whole group were in awe at her stamina and the flagellant's ecstacy. "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", "CRACKKK!!" Muriel lashed home the last two strokes and then collapsed with her own emotions strained to her limits. She sat down and cried with her head in her hands while Jane was released from the frame by to others. Muriel crossed over to Jane and lifted her up. Jane just said 'Thank you! That was magnificent, the best ever. Regret nothing'.
After this nobody wanted to continue that morning but Jane promised to deal with Muriel in the afternoon when they had had some lunch.
Lunch was taken with a constant hum of converstion as the food and wine circulated. The rest of us looked at Muriel and Jane but they were locked in an animated conversation laughing and joking. Eventually lunch was over and it was time for part two of the Jane/Muriel saga.
We moved into the other room where Muriel slipped off her robe and walked to the 'A' frame bending over the padded top. Lord Charles and another man fastened her hands and feet into position so that her bum was fully exposed and ready for the birch. She had full firm buttocks which were as white as alabaster at present and a dimple on each burrock which flexed as she prepared herself. Again the pattern was as before with the nursery birch followed by the schoolroom birch and finally the judicial birch. Jane went to the vase in the corner and removed a lighweight birch from it shaking its tips to brush away the water. She moved over to Muriel stroking her bottom before taking her position.
"SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" the first stoke landed without much effect. We were all prepared for this and knew that with the birch it was the cumulative effect which counted. "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" one by one the strokes of the birch criss-crossed Muriel's bottom leaving featherlike red lines which wove a pattern gradually reddening the cheeks. The first dozen were done and the Muriel's bum was nicely red. Jane took the schoolroom birch out and it was obvious that this had more twigs and they were longer and firmer than in the previous instrument. "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" again and again the blows rained in. Not solid but now the cumulative effect was showing as the red cheeks received this instrument. The buds along the length of the birch began to raise small blood blisters on the crown of the bum where the stokes crossed areas which were already sore."SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" by now the bum was a violent red and small areas were turning purple but we still waited knowing that the final test was yet to come. Jane stopped after the dozen with the twigs in a sorry state and whispered to Muriel before crossing to the corner and taking out the judicial birch. We all gasped because this was a monster. At least three feet long it had a dozen firm twigs which were the size of my little finger at the base tapering to a thin end which would almost cut the bum in two.
Jane took her stance and "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", the birch homed in and the effects were obvious as the lines left were soon a deep red turning to purple and the blood blister already raised were popping under the impact. "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" the multiple lines raised with each stroke were now standing out in purple ridges which made the whole bum look like a ploughed field. There were still six more strokes to go and we were all watching closely to see how Muriel would take them "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" the sounds the birch made were soggier as the bum, which had been so resilent at the beginning now was more absorbent to the birch. "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" even Jane was finding it difficult as she heard Muriel groan and she hesitated but a nod of her head from Muriel and "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" the last strokes powered home. Muriel's bum was now a scarified mess where the birch had first raised blood blister, then these had burst and finally the ridges from the criss crossing had left lumps streaked with blood and turning a deep purple. Muriel was unfastened from the frame and assisted to her feet from where she was led away to be soothed by Jane. I felt my hand taken and saw that Lod Charles was standing smiling in front of me and I could see through his open cloak that he was fully primed:
"Shall we my dear, I note your mistress is fully engaged."
He nodded to the side where Lady Brackenbury was riding one partner while a second buggered her. Lord Charles led me to one of the side couches and we were soon naked with me laying back with my legs wide spread ready for him. He impaled himself on my gaping twat already dripping with cum from the flogging I had just witnessed. It was a good solid thrust which slid home with no effort into my slippery tube until I was filled up. Neither of us had patience and soon we were at it hard and fast with me thrusting aginst him while my legs were wrapped round his waist. We could not last long at this pace and soon I felt that wonderful warm moment when my orgasm was developing and with a final few thrusts we came together and I felt his sperm inundate me. He lay across me for a moment or two before he finally withdrew and donned his robe again. I just lay there sated and exhausted but very satisfied.
I returned to my room where a knock heralded the entrance of Lady Brackenbury.
"I see we both had a good time this afternoon. I think tonight is a night for us alone don't you?"
I agreed with her and that night retired to her bedroom where we spent much of the night indulging our bodies in a way that only two women can.
Next day it was time to leave and Lord Charles saw us both off remarking, with a wink, that he was sure that we would meet again soon. As we drove home Lady Brackenbury sasked how I felt after the weekend commenting that for her it had been the most satisfying ever except that she was sorry that it was Muriel not she receiving the birh. She had felt the need for such a thrashing for months if not years and it would be my job to deal it out.
I told her that the whole experience had been more exciting than I had believed possible and I knew that I needed to explore my flagellant side with her help.

The next instalment of 'A Victorian Household' tells of these experiences.