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A small side note, while it has been well documented here what an evil bastard Sir Despard Wragg is and that includes the way he treats the female staff at the Cruxton Abbey. Even though his reputation is well known, in the tough economy he had no trouble hiring help and paid generously. But he demanded perfection and the penalties for failure were both swift and severe. Tree presents this example…
Sir Wragg was having a party one evening. One of the maids spilled a drink (it didn’t matter that that one of the guests, Joan Tree, tripped her) and needed to be punished.
She was bound, blindfolded, and her uniform pulled down her arms until her breasts were exposed. She sat silently as the guests would berate her in third person saying “What a worthless slut she is” and “I hope this isn’t the only punishment she gets” and other such things.
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They needn’t have worried about that. After the hour was done the hapless maid was untied and ordered to strip. Joan Tree said “There is a spot of wine on my shoe. I must ask that she is whipped!”
“Excellent idea, Joan” Sir Wragg replied.
The maid’s eyes widened and she back away from her master crying “It was an accident! I was tripped! Please have mercy!”
“I didn’t recall asking you to speak” Sir Wragg scowled.
“Let’s make this better” Joan said as she produced a syringe filled with her potion. “Victoria, would you do the honors?”
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Reminder- Victoria is Elizabeth Montgomery-Wragg’s mother, now in the good graces with Despard Wragg)
“I have no idea what to do, Joan” she replied.
Joan, much stronger than she looks, grabbed the naked maid and said “Just stick the needle in her bun and push the plunger.”
As Victoria did so the maid protested “What are you doing to me?”
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“Making your life miserable you stupid cunt” Joan said with a wicked laugh. The maid was taken to Sir Wragg’s dungeon where she was bound wrists and ankles to a frame. Another maid wrapped her in a loincloth and before going to attend to the guests coming to watch she whispered to her bound peer “Don’t be concerned about pissing or shitting. We all do when we are whipped.”
The maid quietly wept as she waited for the guests to file in and have their drinks tended to. Sir Wragg and his nephew Theo picked up whips. Sir Wragg asked the maid if she was ready. She had never been whipped or even bound during her 19 months employed at Cruxton Abbey. She shook her head and whimpered “No, Sir Wragg, I am not” and wondered why her loins were hot and wet.
“Well take a deep breath, girl, because we are ready to start. Theo, please start.”
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The first lash hurt more than she could imagine. By the second lash she felt the loincloth get warm and wet as she peed in it. She didn’t know when she lost control of her bowels as the lashes came faster.
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She had ‘only’ been given thirty lashes when Sir Wragg signaled for his nephew to stop.
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The maid stood trembling in pain but grateful the punishment was over. If only she would be so fortunate! The irons were taken from her wrists and ankles and she was taken outside. Ropes were tied around her wrist and ankles and she was hoisted up until she was stretched taunt between two trees. The soiled loincloth was peeled from her hips and cold water hosed off her bum and pussy but did not cool off the effects of Joan Tree’s potion…
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Tree
He always swears like that when he's sharpening nails?
