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The Countess and the Caretaker - part twenty-two
By Christine Stevenson,
http://www.mschristine.com/books.html
Copyright 1986-2000 Christine and David Stevenson
The Caretaker, having satisfied himself that all was well in
Apartment 5, caught the bus to take him on his errand. He got
off at the stop he thought was nearest and ended up having to
walk two very long blocks, before he saw the sign, pointing into
a small, quiet shopping precinct.
He could not miss the shop when he got to it, as the two display
windows, one on either side of the door, were completely filled
with every type of sexy underwear that had ever been invented.
He glanced around nervously, as he walked up to the door, but no
one was taking any notice of him, so he went in.
A small bell attached to the top of the door, tinkled, and broke
the silence that pervaded the interior of the small emporium. He
took a couple of hesitant steps forward, lost his nerve and was
just about to make a hasty exit, when a stern, mature-looking
woman appeared from behind a curtained arch.
She was about fifty and very attractive, with her hair swept
back in a chignon. She wore a crisp white blouse, a tight
fitting black skirt and, what he rightly assumed to be, black
stockings, finished off by a pair of high heeled black shoes
encasing her tiny feet. She cut a very commanding figure and he
found he was stuttering, as he tried to explain why he was
there.
She put him out of his misery by interrupting him, to ask who had
sent him. He was somewhat surprised by the question, but her
demeanour demanded a prompt reply, so he explained that the
Countess wanted him to buy two new pairs of knickers.
She seemed pleased when she heard his answer and beckoned him to
move closer to the counter. She then began to search the
shelves and when she found what she was looking for, reached for
a box and placed it on the counter in front of him. She opened
it, took out two pairs of the Countess' favourite brand,
replaced the box, and then held them up in front of him, so that
he had little choice but to study them in minute detail.
Somehow he felt inferior, confronted in such a way by such
feminine articles, but then the lady had a way of making him
feel that way, by simply being in her presence.
When she was satisfied that he had taken a good look at his
purchase, she proceeded to gift wrap them in brightly coloured
paper. As he watched her carefully folding the ends and taping
them, he realised that the pattern consisted of whip motifs and
he began to understand why the Countess would prefer a shop
like this.
When she had finished, and placed the package in front of him,
he politely enquired how much he owed her. It was at this point
that he discovered she would not accept any form of money as
payment, and that he was expected to follow her through the arch
and into the back room.
If he didn't, he would have to face the Countess without the
knickers, and he could not decide which would be worse. In the
end, he came to the conclusion that this lady was far more
likely to be lenient, than an angry Countess, and he tamely
followed.
He was not, however, prepared for what confronted him - a large
wooden cross, in the shape of an X, and a large variety of
whips and paddles - and he began to have second thoughts until
he realised he had no choice. When it came down to it, his job
depended on his total compliance and he could not afford to
lose it.
So when she told him to strip, he did. She walked around him and
studied his body in a very unnerving manner. Then she moved away
to a cupboard and took out some underclothes, which she threw on
the floor at his feet, remarking that she had heard he liked
ladies underwear.
He soon gathered that he was to put them on. He struggled with
the suspender belt, and nearly put his finger through the
stockings, but most awkward of all was trying to clip the
suspenders into the top of the stockings. Women made this look
so simple.
The knickers were simple, but the cut away bra did up at the
back, and it took him a good five minutes to fasten.
The lady walked around him again, inspecting the finished
product, then she led him to the wooden cross and fastened his
wrists and ankles to the four corners. She reached around in
front of him and teased his nipples until they stood erect, and
then fastened two small clamps on them.
The shock brought tears to his eyes and he began to beg for
mercy. She told him she knew all about him, that he was a nasty
little wanker and he would have to take his punishment. She also
made it quite clear that the more he moaned and whined, the
longer he would suffer.
He was immediately quiet, and she was obviously pleased at the
power she had over him. She chose a whip that consisted of ten
thin strips of plaited leather, fitted to a studded handle, and
carefully positioned herself for maximum effect.
His whole body tensed as he waited for the first lash.
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