"Slave, I order you to kiss my bottom at once! Obey, if you don't want me to tear your breasts to pieces with the whip! Quick, put your head underneath my skirts.!"
Any resistance was out of the question. With a sob of despair Mabel bent down and slipped under the maid's dress. Her tied hands hampered this operation and the weight of her own body drew her forward and she fell headlong ending up with her lips against Bridget's panties, at the precise spot where the femininity bulged under the thin material.
The servant, lying down lazily on the grass, had crossed her legs in a knot round her victim's neck and, with a sadistic and voluptuous smile, she seized Mabel's hair and crushed her face against her fruit of love.
"Kiss, slave, kiss well!" she ordered. "And draw out your tongue, so that I should feel the caress through my panties!"
With her mind in a whirl, Mabel felt like a drunken girl. A Lesbian against her wishes, she bad to kiss this domineering pair of knickers and she felt the hairy spot soften and become wet under her tongue.
"You see," Bridget mocked, "I'm not depilated! It's for a slave like you to be depilated!.. Continue, slave, quicker, harder! Stop only when I order you to!.. Enough now, go down lower and kiss my arse! There, that's fine, put your face against it!.. Stop now, I've had enough. Get out of there!"
Bed and dishevelled, Mabel came out of her warm prison and in her haggard eyes there flashed some glints of madness.
Next, the servant ordered her to lie full-length on her back, and she sat down on her breasts, revelling in the pleasure of crushing down under her heavy bottom the pretty breasts of the girl. Stifled and bruised, Mabel sighed but Bridget laughed fit to burst.
"Now, this is a very fine cushion for the bottom of a mistress. I'll use it frequently, do you hear, slave?"
"Yes, Your Ladyship," Mabel whispered, gasping.
At last, the maid got up. She took the leash and the riding-crop and took the prisoner fanning up to the castle. Mabel arrived there in an indescribable state of depression and fatigue. Bridget allowed her to lie on the bed until lunch time, bat she did not untie her hands.
That was another torture: having the arms kept behind her back for long periods of time and her wrists tied tightly — it became gradually more and more painful.
It was the governess who came to fetch her, half an hour later. She wore a white skirt and a red silk blouse. As it was very hot she was not wearing any stockings, and on her feet were spotless white buckskin shoes.
As she saw her come in, Mabel's first thought was to stay on her bed without moving, but Miss von Berner's steely stare was so hard that she got up, knelt down and kissed her governess's feet.
"That's good," she said, "I see you're beginning to know your part."
She pushed; in front of her the girl up to the dining-room where stood a huge table richly laid up. Bridget was already waiting to serve the hors-d'oeuvre.
Mabel cast a look around and trembled when she saw the seat that was reserved for her — it was a chair like the otters, with the only difference that the padded seat had been replaced with a very harsh horsehair cushion.
"At each meal," the governess announced, "you will sit on this discipline chair until your education is completed. But first, we shall take off your drawers in order not to damage them."
Aided by Bridget, she lifted up the girl's skirts, unbuckled the strap and undid the many buttons of the panties which she took off and cast away. Then she forced Mabel to sit on the chair, maintaining her skirts lifted up.
The contact of her already bruised bottom with the hard horsehair, the bristle of which drove into her naked skin, made her moan with pain.
"Mercy, Mistress," she cried, "I haven't done anything wrong!"
"I know you haven't done anything wrong," Dorothea said sarcastically. "This seat is not a punishment. I only want your bottom to submit to a continual discipline until you are completely educated. The pain produced by the horsehair will make you forget the pleasures of the meals. Besides, you should realize that you are under continual penance to atone for your past faults."
While she was speaking, she tied Mabel on the chair by means of a leather strap which passed under the seat and crossed over the girl's lap. She tightened this strap so that the horsehair bristles drove still more deeply into the girl's flesh.
"What's the menu, Bridget?" the governess asked.
"Hors d'ouevres, ma'am, then trout, roast chicken, salad, cheese and chocolate cakes."
Mabel, who was very fond of eating, was feeling very glad at the announcement of such delicacies and even forgot her pain a little.
"And for Mabel?"
"For Mabel, the cook has prepared what you ordered her to: a maize porridge, a little veal with mashed potatoes and some whey."
"Perfect!" Dorothea said.
She turned towards her pupil.
"You see how I take good care of your health. I've decided to put you on a diet so that your bowels should keep in an excellent state. It is also normal that a girl being re-educated should not eat the same menu as her mistress, isn't it?"
Mabel lowered her head in shame. She did not experience any surprise now for she knew that from now on her life would be nothing but sufferings and humiliation.
Bat she was nevertheless surprised that they should have left her hands tied. She soon understood the reason why. Bridget, after having waited upon Miss von Berner, laid before the slave a plate brimful of maize porridge and, sitting beside her, she started giving her to eat out of a spoon as one does to a baby. With her hands tied and being strapped to the horsehair seat, Mabel was obliged to obey. The porridge tasted awful. Bridget shored into her mouth great big spoonfuls of it and the girl swallowed with a grimace of disgust.
"Pinch her nose, Bridget!" Dorothea ordered. "She doesn't open her mouth wide enough. And slap her face if she doesn't hurry more!"
The maid complied with those orders with relish. She seized rudely the delicate nose of the English girl between her fingers, obliging her to open her mouth in order to breathe. Thus Mabel swallowed willy-nilly the fulsome porridge. Three times she was slapped by Bridget for not hurrying enough.
A huge portion of puree followed the porridge. Mabel felt her stomach swell up under the corset that was squeezing her painfully. She tried to turn her head aside in spite of the slaps she was now being dealt very often on her pretty face.
"If you don't eat all there is on your plate," Miss von Berner said, "you will be whipped till blood runs! The meat now… But you'd better not swallow the pieces without masticating them, it wouldn't be good for your health. Bridget, do masticate them yourself and then spit them out from your mouth into hers — that will teach her to eat better!"
Mabel's whole body was convulsed with a shudder of distaste but Bridget was pinching her nose so strongly that she had to open her mouth to breathe and thus submit to the fulsome treatment. The maid put the pieces of meat one after the other in her own mouth, masticated them a long time, then she drew her face near Mabel's and spat out the pieces into her mouth.
At last that torture was over. The girl ended her meal with two, platefuls of whey accompanied by a glass of water.
Meanwhile, Dorothea von Berner had partaken of all the succulent titbits, washing them down with Burgundy wine.
"Take the girl to her room, Bridget!" she ordered. "There, you will button up hear panties miming, and you'll wash her face and fix her and strap, then you will blow her nose as it's, running, and you'll wash her face and fix her make up, then you'll send her to me in the drawing-room.
Dorothea's orders were duly carried out. A quarter of an hour later, Mabel, made up freshly, re-buttoned and strapped, presented herself before the implacable governess who was having coffee in the drawing-room.