Ghost of Bledgemoor Hall

Chapter 7. More punishment

Gloria was indeed furious. To make matters worse she'd returned from Leeds in a bad mood. The items she went to collect arrived incomplete and had to be sent back. To make matters worse, her dentist was running late with his appointments so she had nearly half an hour to wait. Gloria was angry at wasting an afternoon on the trip.

"You are supposed to tell me BEFORE going on an out of body trip, miss," she yelled when Veronica involuntarily winced when she sat on a kitchen chair. "What happened this time? As if you'll tell me much!" Before Veronica had time to think of a reply, Gloria continued with, "Drop your trousers Girl!" Reluctantly Veronica complied and was further ordered to bend over the table.

Exposed now to Gloria's gaze and the probe of her fingers Veronica waited for the inevitable questioning. "Shall I tell her the truth?" she wondered, "Or keep quiet and let her spank me? Or get Becky to whisk me away?" However, when Gloria did start questioning it was with some puzzlement.

"These marks are fresh, not like the ones when you've come back from the dead. More like when I've used the brush on you except these were more probably done with a strap or belt. Am I right?" Veronica nodded. "So it must have been someone here. I doubt it was Henry so that leaves the workmen. Sparkie's van passed me on the road so I guess he was last to leave and by what I've seen of the way you two have been together the last few days, I would suspect it was he." When Veronica didn't answer, Gloria slapped her tender arse. "Answer me!" Eventually sobbing, Veronica gave her employer the full story and pleaded with her not to terminate Sparkie's contract.

Finally Gloria agreed. "Very well. I really don't understand what it is that is happening with you. Why do you require the use of the computer so badly you'll give yourself to a man? And then allow him to belt you. In the last few days you seem to have gone from being an innocent virgin to a nympho so I shall have no compunction about using you too. First though this incident isn't going unpunished. If I agree to allow Sparkie Reynolds to keep working here you must present yourself to me naked in my bedroom at nine o'clock and bring the hairbrush. And no getting that Becky to take away your body. You will submit to me otherwise, he's out and so are you."

Dinner was cooked and eaten with the minimum of conversation and Veronica spent the remainder of the evening, in her room, too upset to even talk to Becky. She even considered running away or seeing if Becky would take her and not bring her back but in the end she stayed and presented herself at the appointed time to Gloria knowing she would be even more sore when she returned to her own room. Shaking and with tears running down her cheeks, she presented her mistress with the hairbrush. Gloria was prepared and ready and in the hour or so she'd waited so her anger had escalated. Veronica was going to be sore, very sore by the time she had done with her. As she sat in her see-though nightie, Gloria reviewed her preparations. Under the pillow where Veronica couldn't see them, she had placed the items she'd use on her victim.

"It's no use shedding those crocodile tears, Veronica," Gloria voice was hard and callous. This time she was determined not to let her get away with anything. If she lost the upper hand now she would never again be in control. She knew too that in her present mood, once she started and saw the way Veronica's arse coloured with her blows and she heard the screams and pleas, she wouldn't really want to stop. Rarely did she have the opportunity to give a girl a real thrashing. This might be he only chance for a long, long while. "Over my lap. You know the position by now."

"Please don't Gloria ma'am. I've had enough punishments in the last few days. I can't help what I'm made to do."

"We'll see about that young lady. Perhaps if I knew more about some of the things you do and how and why you can leave us without actually leaving, it would be another matter. You won't confide in me so I must deal with you in what way I think most appropriate and you must take it. Now over my lap and don't disappear or you know the consequences for you and Sparkie." Despite further pleas, Gloria laid a dozen hard swats to Veronica's already tormented bottom. She knew she was being cruel but the power feeling egged her on. She hit hard and in seeing the flesh beneath her bounce hearing the screams it caused, became sexually aroused and was further stimulated by having the naked young girl writhing and rubbing herself on her own naked thighs. It took a great deal of effort to stop hitting her but she realised that further punishment there would do no good. "Open your legs wide," Gloria ordered. Veronica's cunt was moist but not wet. It didn't matter. From under the pillow, Gloria brought a black plastic dildo that she pushed without ceremony into Veronica's cunt. Fortunately it wasn't one of the bigger ones from Gloria's collection but even so, entry was painful and caused more cries from the unfortunate recipient as it was thrust vigorously in and out. Finally Gloria left it in.

"I haven't finished with you yet girl, lie on the bed," Gloria breathlessly ordered, her mind now on a sadistic high. Thinking Gloria would now want to be tongued, Veronica lay on her back and was surprised and concerned when her wrists were wrapped with cord and tied to the bed head. Looking at her helpless friend, Gloria grinned as she slid a suede quirt from under the pillow, "You thought you would get one over me, did you Veronica? Well now it is payback time. Either you tell me what has been happening or those little titties of yours are going to be extremely sore."

Crying, pleading, sobbing, Veronica shook her head no. "I can't!" she screamed as the lashes splayed viciously across her breasts.

"Tell me!"

"I can't." This time Veronica's voice was little more than a whisper, hardly audible above the cries of pain. Ten times the lash came down. Gloria criss-crossed the poor girl's breasts with a myriad of fine, painful welts, until at last she realised she was not getting anywhere and further lashes might well injure her charge, if they hadn't already done so. In any case she was near to an orgasm, an orgasm that Veronica's mouth would complete. She lowered her crotch to the girl's face, felt the wetness from the flowing tears and ordered, "Suck my clit, bitch!" Hoping this would finally end her ordeal Veronica did so.

Satisfied sexually, Gloria's brain began to take in the horror of what she had done. "Oh my God! What have I done to you my pet?" she exclaimed as she released the bound wrists.

The remark angered Veronica more than if it had been one of abuse. Her hackles rose. Gloria had lost control of her senses. The pain in Veronica's body not only told her so but pumped adrenaline into her blood and gave her a burst of strength. She screamed at Gloria, "Bloody stupid cow! You know what you've done! But you're never going to do it again!" Despite the pain, or because of it, she snatched the quirt and lashed out blindly and catching Gloria across the arms and stomach. The force made Gloria move back, giving Veronica the opportunity to remove the dildo, grab the hairbrush and flee. For a moment she paused at the doorway but was only the throw the dildo at the older woman. "Use that on yourself bitch! I have no need of it!"

Still shocked from the rebellion and the thoughts of what she had done, Gloria followed minutes later but found the door to Veronica's attic room firmly bolted. She had no way of getting in. Her knocking and calling failed to obtain an answer although she could hear sobbing from the other side of the door. "Better let her cry it out of her system and talk to her in the morning," she told herself. She knew she had grossly overstepped the mark and if Veronica went to the police she could be in serious trouble. Sleep eluded her much of that night as she pondered the best way to rectify the situation. The marks on her own body stung but they were nothing compared to the punishment she had meted out.

Sometime after midnight Veronica decided to risk going for a shower. "Is she asleep Becky?" she asked her ethereal friend. They had discussed the situation for a long while. "If you go to the police, they'll take you away and probably her as well," Becky guessed, "And then no doubt the house would be sold again and I don't know what would become of me."

"What I need is evidence this has happened. Photographic evidence. If I can get to Gloria's digital camera I could download the pictures on to my computer... and hers too. Maybe use them as wallpaper so she would see them each time she opened up...." Veronica was formulating a plan as she spoke. "I'm not going to be her little servant slave any longer. I thought we had a workable agreement that I could spend some time with her and some time doing my own thing but she broke that and wants to totally control me."

"Like I was controlled by the masters," Becky cut in. For a while Veronica lay as best she could hoping the Cuprophen tablets would take away some of the pain but they seemed to be doing little. "I want to have a shower Becky, is she asleep?"

Moments later, "No Ronnie, but she's lying down with a mask over her eyes trying to. Maybe she won't hear you if you're quiet going downstairs."

"I'll take the quirt and you can watch out for me. Will you do that Becky?"

Veronica was slowly enjoying the warmth of the shower when Becky warned her, "Gloria's getting out of bed and heading this way." There was little point in locking the door. Gloria had the key to the other entrance. "She's waiting at the door. Seems like she's hesitating to come in." Becky flitted back and forth keeping her friend appraised of the happenings.

A soft knock and Gloria entered. "I'm so sorry Veronica. I really didn't mean to hit you so hard. Please forgive me. Let me help you."

Holding the quirt as though ready to strike, Veronica replied. "Go back to your room Gloria. Leave me. I will do without your help."

"I'll put salve on for you, I'll do it gently. And you can sleep on the softer bed in your room next to mine. I won't interfere with you."

"Go to your own bed Gloria. I'll decide where I am going to sleep and that will be where I think I am safest! First I need to finish this shower and then get a drink of juice. I can do that myself thank you." After pleading a few more times, Gloria realised she wasn't making any progress and returned to her room.

"Is she still in her room, Becky?" Veronica asked on the way back from the kitchen.

"Yes. She's lying down and crying."

"Keep a watch out for me. I'm going into her workroom and borrowing the camera." Ten minutes later back in the bedroom she set up the camera on a table, flooded the room with light from the 500 watt quartz halogen light she'd borrowed from Sparkie's gear and prepared to take time delayed pictures. Becky helped in that she could relay what was on the screen and get Veronica to move one way or the other to fill the frame. The pain made it difficult to work fast but doing something helped to take her mind off it. She knew she would not be able to just lie down and sleep.

After downloading them into her computer and enhancing the already colourful images with PhotoShop Elements, she password protected the file and transferred them to three floppy discs. "What's she doing now Becky? It's great to have you as a watcher for me. You can just slip in and out of rooms without anyone knowing."

"I just want to see you give that bitch her comeuppance, Ronnie." Moments later, "She's dozing but her sleep is disturbed."

"I'll risk it. If she catches me, so what."

"Better take the quirt as well," Becky advised. "I'll let you know if she rouses." In the event all went to plan. Veronica used two of the most graphic images for wallpaper and added the others to a file that she placed in the start up folder so it would open every time the computer was opened. She knew Gloria would not have a clue as to how to stop it happening. Finally, at five in the morning, Veronica tried to get a little sleep.