"Well Ellie? I 'm waiting for your explanation..", Lord Blackwell fumed , "Where is my antique snuff box?
Ellie Thomson , the Parlor Maid , charged with cleaning his Lordship's library trembled , looking down at her shoes and fidgeting nervously.
"I'm sorry your Lordship but I don't know how it happened to it ...."
Tears were welling in the wretched girls eyes when Lady Catherine Blackwell entered the dining room.
She looked sympathetically at Ellie and gave her arm a reassuring pat.
"Whatever is the matter Ellie dear?" she asked.
"My antique snuff box has disappeared ...and I'm trying to find out who is responsible. Apart from Henderson and myself , Ellie is the only one who has access to the Library. Come on girl! Spit it out....I demand you answer me honestly!" the Lord bellowed.
Poor Ellie shivered and quaked in her boots.
Her Ladyship looked sternly at her husband .
"Really Harold! There is no need to shout like that...can't you see you're frightening the poor girl?. Anyway , I'm quite sure poor Ellie is not responsible for your precious snuff box." she reasoned.
Lord Blackwell's eyes bulged in uncontrollable rage.
"Be quiet Woman ! There is no need for you to interfere . I am the Head of Blackwell Manor and I intend to get to the bottom of this matter !" he raged.
Meanwhile , 20 year old Lady Cynthia took her place at the table and watched the proceedings.
Over the years , she had witnessed many similar scenes between her parents and admired how her Mother always seemed to end up the winner.
Her Father was the Head of the powerful Blackwell dynasty by name , but Mother was the one in charge when it came to domestic and household matters.
A satisfied grin played on young Lady Cynthia's pretty face as she observed her Mother go into action.
As usual , Lady Catherine cast her husband a stern look which he recognized very well, and deliberately paused before addressing him.
"How dare you Sir ! Let me remind you that when you speak to a lady , whether it be myself or a member of the household staff , in such a rude and disrespectful tone , it will have consequences." she said, her tone containing just the right amount of warning .
The remark silenced her husband and he flushed visibly.
Cynthia put a hand up to hide the girlish giggle coming from her mouth.
The lady of the house then reached deeply into her skirt pocket and produced a shiny object.
"Is this what you are looking for 'your Lordship'?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm.
Lord Blackwell gulped in astonishment.
"Why yes it is....but where?" he stammered , his bluster quickly fading.
"Henderson found it in your smoking jacket !" she informed him curtly.
"Well....I...er..." her husband babbled.
Lady Catherine looked at Ellie who was watching the proceedings anxiously.
"I believe you owe Ellie an apology Sir....." she proposed , glaring at her husband.
Lord Blackwell bristled.
"Apologise? To a servant girl? I'll do no such thing!" he retorted , his eyes bulging.
The lady of the house rolled her own eyes.
"You will apologize to Ellie so she can return to her duties , and after dinner we will be having a lengthy 'discussion' of your boorish behavior?"she warned.
Lady Cynthia supressed another giggle and waited for her Father to respond.
For a moment , his Lordship's eyes darted back and forth between his wife and Ellie ,conflicting emotions warring inside him.
Hid pride bade him to stand firm , but another part of him knew well that he dare not.
Realizing he was clearly in the wrong, he wisely chose to save face in front of the staff.
"My wife is quite right Ellie. I was wrong to accuse you and for that I apologize..." he mouthed reluctantly.
Ellie curtsied and looked at Lady Catherine ,"May I leave now Madam?"
Lady Catherine beckoned her to remain.
"Not yet Ellie....Lord Blackwell is not finished with his apology yet." she said , deepening her icy glare .
Her husband cleared his throat , "...and......I....I spoke disrespectfully to you Ellie ...it was rude and uncalled for. I apologize for that too." he blurted.
His wife responded sarcastically by putting her palms together in mock applause.
"Thank you Ellie, you may return to your duties ....and would you be kind enough to put this precious object back in his Lordship's library? We will be going there shortly , and it will serve as a reminder to Lord Blackwell during our 'discussion' " she added with a wry smile , handing Ellie the snuff box.
"Yes Madam." Ellie curtsied and made a hasty exit.
There was a brief pause as Lord and Lady Blackwell settled into their places at the dining table and waited for the Servants to serve dinner.
Then Lady Catherine placed her napkin on her lap and nonchalantly remarked, " It's time for me to give you another lesson in respect and manners my husband...."
Cynthia's listened closely ,looking at the table and pretending to rearrange her utensils.
She was in awe of the way her Mother had transformed a proud raging lion into a squeaking mouse.
"Please dear....I did apologize ..." Lord Blackwell pleaded in a subdued tone.
His wife stared icily at him, "Stop making excuses .You know very well that there will be retribution when you behave in such a way my dear." she replied as if speaking to a small child
Cynthia had a good idea why her Father was so concerned.
She had witnessed this scenario play out many times before.-Father does something to upset Mother - Mother summons Father to the library for a 'discussion' .
After such an exchange , Cynthia would walk down the long hallway which connected the library to the rest of the house and linger there to listen to the proceedings.
The huge wooden door to the Library was very thick , as were the walls so she had to listen carefully Cynthia would hear her Mother's voice , lecturing in that stern tone , accompanied by the occasional muted response from Father.
This sometimes would carry on for a good 10 minutes or more.
Then after a brief pause , she would hear loud ,rhythmic , cracks .
'WHOP!' 'WHOP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
Slow and methodical at first , the noise interspersed with her Mother's lecturing voice until the pace quickened and they became even louder .
She hear her Father's voice crying out in some distress with loud "OW's" "OUCH's" and "YEOOWs" .
Soon Father's would begin apologizing and pleading frantically.
"I'M SORRY!" "PLEASE STOP!" "IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!"
The noise went on and on before it would finally stop and Mother's voice could be heard again.
The sounds now coming from the room appeared to be sounds of passion .
The next morning at breakfast Cynthia would observe her Father carefully.
Mother always had that aura of confident satisfaction about her and Henderson the Butler placed a big soft pillow was placed on his Lordship's seat.
Father would enter the room walking stiffly and discretely rubbed the seat of his tight jodspurs as if to prepare himself for sitting.
He then began to slowly and carefully lower his backside onto the pillow , his face contorting in a grimace when he did.
Mother would be quite amused by this .
Cynthia was curious to see for herself , exactly what really happened inside the library when her parents held those very discrete discussions.
The fact that she was not permitted to go near the Library made this very difficult.
Given that the 'discussions' were always initiated by her Mother , as a result of some indiscretion by her Father, she knew Mother was administering some type of retribution to Father which sounded very like a beating to his backside which made it difficult to sit for days.
"Mother spanking Father? Surely not!" she thought.
Her curiosity intensified , until a visit from her cousin Wilbert , one year her senior , unexpectedly enlightened her.
Cousin Wilbert and Cynthia had always been great friends , but he had an adventurous nature and Cynthia would sometimes be reluctant to follow him.
One day Wilbert wanted to explore the wooded area at the rear of Blackwell Manor .
Cynthia rarely went to the rear of the Manor as it housed the entrance to the servants' quarters .
It was bland and bricked with few windows ,except for one large one which seemed to jut out from the rest.
Wilbert decided to toss rocks at the big window thinking it was not occupied.
Cynthia warned him not to , but he left her in the woods and ran off anyway leaving her far behind.
From the woods , Cynthia could see Wilbert toss the rocks and she gasped when she saw her Father appear in the window to admonish his nephew.
It was then she realized it was the window of the Library !
Luckily for Cynthia , her Father saw only Wilbert , and her cousin , being the young gentleman that he was, confessed that he committed the offence alone.
It earned poor Wilbert a dozen strokes of Lord Blackwell's cane for his troubles , and Cynthia was able to witness her cousin's caning from the adjoining room where the door was ajar.
Cynthia was thrilled at the sight of the cane whipping against Wilfred 's tight britches.
To his credit , Wilfred took his punishment without a whimper as Cynthia watched in awe , longing for the day she could to do the same to some well deserving male bottom .
Later , with Wilbert's help , the pair constructed a makeshift ladder allow them to peer inside the library ,this most secret of rooms.
Wilfred was less than impressed , but Cynthia was enthralled to finally see the room she had only pictured in her mind.
Her eyes scanned it carefully , the big mahogany desk ,an Italian leather chair flanked by two sturdy straight backed chairs ,the walls filled with books of every description and the display of various Blackwell family heirlooms.
Sitting prominently on the credenza was a large, antique , lady's hairbrush.
It seemed so out of place , and she cast her mind back to the sounds she had heard during her parent's discussions and wondered. "Surely not?" She thought to herself , tapping the back of the brush against her palm.
Since discovering the window , Cynthia waited for the opportunity to spy on her parents' 'discussion' in the library until one day it finally arrived.
Head Butler Henderson removed the final plates from the dinner table.
"Your smoking jacket , brandy and cigar are laid out in the drawing room as usual your Lordship."
"Thank you Henderson." Lord Blackwell said , rising from his chair.
Lady Catherine raised her hand imperiously.
"Thank you Henderson , but his Lordship and I will be having a 'discussion' in the library .. "
Henderson bowed "Yes of course Milady".
"Can't this wait?" Lord Blackwell complained.
Her Ladyship cast that look at her husband.
"No it cannot wait!" She said firmly with a glint in her eye.
Her husband sat frozen for a moment , his mouth opening for a response that he thought better of.
,Cynthia could barely contain her excitement.
This discussion was quite unexpected but she was not about to miss it.
"May I be excused Mother?" She asked and received an affirmative nod from her Mother.
Immediately , she made her way to the rear of the Manor to he new found viewing spot for the proceedings.
The Library curtains were drawn but open enough to give Cynthia a nice view and still conceal her presence .
By the time she settled in , Lord Blackwell was already waiting in front of the desk , standing straight with hands behind his back.
One of the big straight backed chairs had been placed in the middle of the room and the antique hairbrush placed upon it.
The cane with which his Lordship had disciplined Wilbert sat on the desk before him.
Cynthia felt her heart pound when the door opened and her Mother entered the room.
Lady Catherine took her place behind the desk , clasped her hands and looked earnestly at her husband who stood with his head bowed.
Cynthia could not hear dicipher all her Mother's words , but from she was severely admonishing and scolding her husband.
Lord Blackwell remained largely silent throughout , occasionally nodding or uttering a brief word .
Then Lady Catherine rose , picked up the hairbrush and sat down in the straight back chair .
Lord Blackwell removed his dinner jacket and with one finger she beckoned him to her.
Cynthia gasped when her Mother unfastened his Lordship's britches and allowed them to drop unceremoniously to the floor.
A broad smile consumed Lady Catherine's face when she gazed between her husband's legs , closing her hand around his Lordship's very prominent erection..
Cynthia felt a thrill pulse through her veins watching her Mother take complete charge over this powerful man , making him bend to her will .
Without prompting , his Lordship placed himself across Lady Catherine's lap and she hoisted his shirt tails to expose his muscular bare backside.
Taking the brush in her right hand she raised it high above her head and brought it down full-force on her target
'CRACK!' 'CRACK!' 'CRACK!'.
Again and again the brush rose and fell while Lord Blackwell jerked and squirmed on his wife's lap .
She was really roasting his behind with that brush.
Cynthia watched the skin on his rump turn a blazing red and his struggles become more and more frantic.
Undeterred , Lady Catherine continued the brush torture.
Cynthia tried to count the blows , but gave up as they were landing so rapidly.
By the time the punishment was complete, Mother must have delivered in excess of 500 blows.
Slowly his Lordship clambered off Lady Catherine's lap , rising unsteadily to his feet.
Cynthia and her Mother laughed at the sight of Lord Blackwell dancing around the room , hopping from foot to foot , rubbing his red , blistered backside.
Lady Catherine permitted him a moment or two, before taking him by the ear and leading him to the desk.
Lord Blackwell protested , his face as red as his backside when her Ladyship picked up the cane and spoke to him again.
She was pacing the room, flexing and swishing the cane , admonishing her husband as he stood there with his pants still around his ankles.
Cynthia's eyes bulged when her Father bent over the desk.
"Goodness me....the hairbrush AND the cane....poor Poppa!" she thought.
Her Father's face contorted grotesquely as Lady Catherine methodically delivered a full dozen strokes , pausing between each one for effect.
Her Mother had given his Lordship the soundest of thrashings , but Cynthia was astounded to see what happened next.
Lady Catherine sat in the big leather chair , hoisted up her skirts and spread her legs. She wore nothing but knee length silk stockings underneath!
Lord Blackwell crawled on his knees to her and ,placing her hand on his head guided him between her legs.
She writhed on the chair , moaning in pure ecstasy , jerking her husband's head to her when he came up for breath.
Finally, Lord Blackwell rose up , took hold of his wife , bending her face down over the desk.
Cynthia gasped at the mere sight of her Father's huge , throbbing member.
Without hesitation he drove it inside his wife, thrusting so lustily that the huge desk shuddered.
Cynthia felt like she was trapped in a dream she did not wish to end
The following morning , Lady Catherine entered the dining room glowing with contentment.
"I trust you slept well Cynthia." she greeted warmly.
Moments later Lord Blackwell arrived , walking stiffly , his smile fighting a grimace.
Lady Catherine grinned impishly at her husband and he smiled back before lowering himself onto the pillow placed on his chair.
Ellie happened to be serving breakfast that day.
"I'm so glad you found your snuff box your Lordship." she said with a glint in her eye.
"Thank you Ellie you are so kind!" Lord Blackwell replied politely.
Lady Catherine smiled at Ellie, "It seems your lesson in manners was very effective M'Lord. We will need to do it more often!" she teased .
She couldn't wait for the day she would be married and did the same to her husband