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Au contraire, he sounds like a dominant aristocrat who'd spank the serving wenches in the servants quarters.
The impromptu punishment of a servant was not uncommon at Thackery manor. For the most part however, a record of misdeeds unfinished duties were kept in Mrs. Thackery's ledger and the corresponding punishments were meted out on Friday afternoon, before dinner.
"Right." Edmund said. "Let's get on with it."
Lady Thackery took a small silver bell from the mantelpiece and rang it. Within moments, four servants, all young women, had entered the room and were waiting at attention in front of the lord and lady.
"Are they prepared?" he asked.
"Yes, they are." she said. As always, the girls had been instructed to leave their aprons and undergarments in their rooms in preparation of punishment in order to make their bottoms easily accessible.
"Where are Katherine and Rebecca?"
"Katherine is not in the ledger this week." Mrs. Thackery told her husband. "She has performed without flaw. As for Rebecca, she had to leave for a few days- some family matter. But I settled accounts with her this morning, before she left."
"Did she require the hairbrush?" he asked.
"One of your belts, actually."
"Really?"
"Insufferable girl!" Lady Thackery said. "Always dawdling... always up to mischief! I caught her taking a nip at our dinner wine yesterday!
"Good Lord! I hope you laid it on well!"
"She won't sitting down for a few days, I can promise you." Mrs. Thackery sat across from her husband, opened the ledger and chose a name from the list. "Emily, you will be the first."
Emily Wicklund was a small, brown-haired, buxom youth of twenty who's behavior on the whole was quite good. She had done very well for herself as a chamber maid, with the exception of some nervous clumsiness on her part. Emily stepped forward and stood quietly with her head bowed as the complaints against her were read.
"On Monday, Emily forgot to bring fresh water to the bedroom basin. Wednesday she dropped one of my Aunt Margaret's antique flower vases, causing it to be chipped."
"Can it be restored?" Lord Thackery inquired.
"I believe so." she replied.
"Well then, nothing too serious. Still, we must be more careful in the future mustn't we?"
"Sir." Emily agreed with a curtsy.
Edmund hooked his arm around Emily's waist and bent her over his lap. Without ceremony, he lifted the young woman's dress, revealing her pale, round buttocks.
"I think a good hand spanking should suffice, don't you?"
"I might have used the brush." said Lady Thackery. "But I'm certain you know best."
The thread on company names got me thinking about this. They say your porn name is the name of a street you lived in combined with with a school you attended.
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