LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

Madsen watched Ruth get to the top of the stairs, she turned and gave him a little girl wave and headed off to her room. He set off to his own room, flinching here and there as his bottom reminded the rest of his body that it had just been caned. Once in his room he stripped naked and checked out his stripes in the mirror. Then he soaked a towel in cold water and laid it on his sore buttocks. He lay face down on the bed enjoying the soothing sensation of the cold material. He drew a deep breath and pondered whether or not he'd actually feel the need to visit Madam Estelle for some, 'Recreational discipline' the week after next. He felt that he was probably suited for the time being. The main upside was unlike Madam Estelle; Lady Rosalind didn't charge 25 guineas a session. As he lay there his thoughts turned to Ruth. She was a lovely girl. He felt his cock grow hard and spent a pleasant few minutes masturbating while remembering her nakedness. Soon people could be heard arriving and the corridor was noisy.
He ran a very cool bath and dressed for dinner. He wandered downstairs early and exchanged greetings with the people he met, most he didn't know. He was still very sore from the morning's thrashing but that was now past. He bumped into Rachel in the drawing room. 'I hope you're very, very sore Madsen, poor Ruthy is! Rachel’s lips pursed tight as she looked at him. 'How is she?' asked Madsen 'Tough old bird Ruthy! Been over the Chesterfield far more than me. She'll not fancy sitting down much but it is a buffet so she'll survive! The stupid mare thinks you're wonderful, there's no telling is there! The disdainful look on her face matched her tone of voice. Simon approached them with two young people in tow. 'Madders, please meet 'Der' and 'Dra'', our little twins. Madsen looked at the two. Alexander was dressed smartly and Alexandra his twin sister wore a beautiful gown. 'Very pleased to meet you' Madsen held out his hand to the boy. Alexander didn't move. 'Ah, yes. The colonial chappy who saved my bothers' the disdain in his voice mirrored his older sister. Meanwhile Alexandra offered him her gloved hand to kiss. Madsen did so. 'A pleasure to meet you too' he said. She gave him a haughty nod of her head. She and her twin then left. Madsen looked at Simon. 'I don't think they like me, are they blaming me for Ruth's caning as well?' 'Doubt it' said Simon 'they don't really like anyone, ask Isobel! Anyway, let's have a snifter' 'Isobel?' queried Madsen. 'Yup! 'Der' called her an Irish Bograt last hols. Poor girl burst into tears. Still, Mater had old 'Der' dancing the rattan jig for that! They're at that horrible, 'know it all stage. You wait, 'Dra' has got her friend Matilda staying, she IS really horrid I warn you!' Simon's brow furrowed as he spoke.
Madsen mingled making small talk. Several times being asked to arrange a few minutes sometime to talk about investment opportunities. He made mental notes to steer clear of the more outrageous proposals. Then across the room he saw Ruth enter. Her dark red gown offsetting her dark hair beautifully. She walked with tiny steps. 'My dear, are you alright?' asked Lady Hope-Brown. 'Oh yes, quite thank you, new shoes' replied Ruth. The aged Lady nodded in understanding. 'Ah Mr.Madsen.' said Ruth making her excuse to be with him. 'Have you seen the garden in the evening?' she guided him through the guests and into the peace and quiet of the garden. One or two couples were in the garden but Ruth guided him to a spot in sight of all the guests but out of earshot. 'Oh Madders, how is your poor bot?' She had real concern in her voice. 'Sore but more importantly what about yours?' he replied. 'The cold cream helped' she told him 'but I'm knickerless tonight, couldn't bear anything close to the skin' she laughed a cheeky laugh. 'Have you met everyone?' she enquired. ‘Most’ he replied. 'Dra' & 'Der' are about somewhere, you must meet them' she clucked. 'I have, I don't think they like me very much' Madsen looked thoughtfully at his drink.'Hmm, they can be moody, said so in their school reports' answered Ruth. They returned to the house and mingled with the guests.
Lady Rosalind sought out Madsen.'Ruthy has taken a shine to you I think Mr.Madsen' it was the matchmaker tone woman saved for these occasions. 'However, I don't need to remind you she IS a lady and not one of Estelle’s little playthings!' The tone was firmer now. 'Have no fear Lady Rosalind' said Madsen. 'Good, so long as that is clear' she replied. Ruth joined them, guessing the content of their conversation 'Mummy' she hissed through clenched teeth, 'you're embarrassing me!' 'Yes dear' said Ros in a condescending tone and moved away to her other guests. She looked at Madsen and flushed red. 'I'd like to see more of you after this weekend' he said to her. A huge smile engulfed her face; she seemed to grow 3 inches taller. 'There isn't much more to see Michael, you saw most of it this afternoon…' they both laughed at her risqué joke.
'No, I mean maybe I'd visit you in Cambridge?' he continued. She eagerly nodded her head, 'Oh do that would be super!’ and we could maybe pass 24 hours without getting the cane?' They both laughed again. The evening progressed and as much as Madsen would rather have spent it alone with Ruth he had to circulate. He ended up in the drawing room discussing investment possibilities with Lord and Lady McKeith when 'Der' & 'Dra' entered with 'Dra's' friend Matilda. 'Dra' swept up to him and interrupting his conversation, called over her friend. 'I say Tild, meet our wild colonial boy' Tild swayed over and offered him her hand. The greeting over both girls turned away and burst out laughing. The scent of gin was left in their wake. Lord McKeith coughed and suggested they speak again the next day. By now the two girls had joined 'Der', more laughter and the three left the room very unsteady on their feet.
Half an hour later he walked into the library. There seemed to be a lot of people in there. He looked around for a friendly face but failing to find one turned to study the books. A moment or two later he heard 'Der's' voice, 'Wasting your time Madsen, they're all in Latin but I think there are some penny dreadfuls in the servants quarters'. The speech was slurred and turning to look at the boy, Madsen could see he was quite drunk. Clearly amused the two girls were rolling on the sofa giggling hysterically. Fired up by his success with this 'target' audience, he continued, seemingly unaware that the whole room had turned silent. 'Got some Gin here Madders, wasn't that your old man's tipple?' Madsen's childhood was well known. After all the upper classes ran the empire and word spread. More laughter from the girls. Madsen looked uncomfortably around the room. All eyes were not on him but on the loutish youth slumped in the chair. 'I think you should go to bed Alexander' said Lady Arthur working hard on a damage limitation scheme. The boy just pointed at her, looked at his sister and her friend and all three burst out laughing. Lady Arthur swept out of the room in search of her hostess. Meanwhile 'Dra' charged their three glasses with more gin. 'Dra' staggered towards him with a glass in her outstretched hand. Her heel caught in her gown, she stumbled and spilt all the gin over the special guest. The awkward silence in the room was broken by 'Dra' laughing in a heap on the floor while at the same moment; Matilda retched and unleashed a torrent of vomit all over an armchair. The splashing sound of her vomit had just ceased when through the doorway strode Lady Rosalind closely followed by Lady Arthur. She stood stock-still taking in the view. Alexander had passed out. His sister was now egging on her friend, 'Come on Tild, 'nother chunder' and collapsed again into laughter. Matilda didn't need the encouragement. Two further retches covered the rug and the desk. The girl turned around. Her face sweaty with the exertions of retching. Vomit ran down her dress. Her hair was a mess. Almost as an echo Alexandra burst forth with her own retching. Madsen's trousers and the lowest shelf of books were coated. 3 times in quick succession. The stench was overpowering. Madsen stood in a pool of vomit. He tried to step out of it. As he did so, 'Dra' gave a final retch, grunted 'oh God' and rolled over.
You could have heard the proverbial pin, drop. William brushed past his mother towards his young brother. At that moment 'Der's ' glass dropped from his hand and smashed on the floor. The smell of gin mingled with the vomit. Simon meanwhile was trying to usher people out of the room. Lady Rosalind looked all around her. It was shame etched on her face. Madsen looked down at the mess he was in. When he looked up again, Lady Rosalind's countenance had changed. Her face darkened. She glanced at Madsen. 'Michael, I am so sorry!' her voice was full of apology. Behind her Ruth and Rachel both stood with faces of utter shock. Ruth's face read shock and disgust, Rachel’s meanwhile registered shock and panic. The butler appeared with 2 maids. 'Ma'am' he asked, seeking instruction as to where to begin. 'Matthews, I am so sorry, this room must be cleaned at once or the things will be ruined'. He nodded. 'I will see it's done Ma'am'. He left to make the necessary arrangements. The maids were instructed to take the girls upstairs and firstly clean them up then stay with them in case they still had gin to jettison. William had managed to rouse his brother. The boy smiled at his parent 'Hello Mater' he chirped. 'Get him out of my sight' she spat out the words. Simon had now returned and with his brother they shepherded the boy away. 'I think I'll turn in Lady Rosalind' said Madsen and trying to limit any excess vomit falling onto the floor, picked his way upstairs to get cleaned up. Just as he was about to get into bed, a knock at door came from the butler.’ May I have your clothes sir?' Madsen showed him the clothes soaking in the bath. The butler rang them out and prepared to take them away. 'Her ladyship would like to speak to you in the drawing room if you have a moment sir?' Madsen put on his dressing gown and followed the butler downstairs.
In the drawing room a small party greeted him. Lady Rosalind, Simon, William, Ruth & Lady Arthur. 'Madsen, Lady Arthur has appraised me of the full extent of this evenings awful goings on. I had no idea you had been so insulted. And you, of all people, you whom this family owes so much' Rosalind ''s fist thumped the arm of her chair to emphasise the point. 'Can you ever forgive us?' she asked. 'Least said soonest mended' he replied. 'Really, I've had a lot worse' he said making a joke of it. 'Thank you Michael, I do appreciate your understanding, the matter will be dealt with in the morning' she kissed him gently on the cheek and bade him goodnight.
Breakfast was a sombre affair. Couples speaking in hushed whispers and the hurrying to pack and head home. By Noon the house was empty of guests, save Lady Arthur and her husband. Madsen had hoped to find Ruth but she was nowhere to be found. He walked out into the garden and felt the sun warm him as he strolled around the garden. 'Michael, good morning' it was Lady Rosalind. 'I'm glad I found you; the cold light of morning has done nothing to ease my feelings of guilt and shame. That children of mine should behave so.....................' her voice trailed off and her face wore a sad expression. 'Really, Lady Ros, please, it was the drink speaking. It hasn't changed my view of my friendship with the family, ' he squeezed her arm by way of reassurance. She smiled at him. 'Rather unfair though that you have submitted to my discipline, to my lofty values and later find yourself the victim of such insulting behaviour'. Madsen didn't know what to say. It was a difficult silence. Ros spoke first. 'I have summoned everyone to the library at 1pm, please follow me' gently taking his arm she led him indoors.
The library door was open and as he entered behind his hostess, he saw all the chairs were taken by the ladies, the gentlemen and servants standing. William, Sophia, Simon, Isobel, Lord and Lady Arthur, Ruth, Rachel, the butler Matthews and a couple of maids, all were present. The Chesterfield however was empty. Ruth smiled warmly at him. Rachel was looking at the floor. Lady Rosalind strode to the desk and sat down. No one spoke. After a couple of minutes Lady Rosalind looked at the clock and frowned. 'Ruth, William, please be so good as to invite the others to join us' Lady Rosalind indicated the door with her finger. The two left. Long minutes ticked by. Simon walked over to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder and stood alongside him. Footsteps could be heard approaching. Ruth entered with 'Dra' and Matilda. Ruth returned to her seat. The other girls looked uncertainly around, the decided to sit on the Chesterfield. As soon as their bottoms hit the cushion, Lady Ros broke the silence. 'You, will, STAND!’ Her voice was full of anger. 'Dra's' face was a picture of fright & despair. The two girls stood up at once. More footsteps and a very sullen looking 'Der' was shoved through the library door by his older brother. William closed the door and stood in front of it. 'Stand by your sister Alexander' Lady Ros' voice was cold. Avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room, he took his place next to Matilda.
The Gentlemen shuffled their feet while the ladies adjusted themselves in the chairs in anticipation of some prolonged proceedings. 'I would expect you three would like to speak..............? Lady Rosalind's voice was ice cold. The three culprits simply hung their heads in shame. Lady Ros fixed the three with a firm gaze. The silence was unendurable but no one spoke. Madsen could feel the pressure building. 'Dra' broke first. 'I don't feel very well' she whimpered. 'Nor me' chipped in Matilda. Lady Arthur let forth a snort of utter disgust. Madsen turned at the sound and caught her gaze. Lady Arthur gave him a smile and a knowing, slow nod of her head. Lord Arthur gave him a sharp bow of his head and immediately turned his gaze back to Ros. 'I am hardly surprised' replied Ros 'if it's sympathy you're expecting, I can tell you that particular cupboard is quite bare!' She continued 'That wasn't what I expected to hear when I said I expected you would like to speak'. Nervously, 'Dra' lifted her eyes and her gaze swept around the room. All she saw was a sea of grim faces. She looked up at her mother, 'Sorry ma'. The words were delivered in a quivering voice. More silence. 'I'm sorry too your Ladyship' ventured Matilda. Everyone's eyes were on Alexander but all they could see was the top of his head as he stared at the floor. 'Alexander?' Lady Ros let the question hang in the air. Lady Arthur spoke. 'Alexander, we don't wish to remain here all day. The girls have at least made an effort at an apology, you are well aware that we all expect to hear an apology from your lips'. Alexander lifted his head. His still sullen expression turning to a deep dramatic sigh, 'Sorry Ma' the sarcastic tone would be long remembered by those present as not perhaps his finest hour.
Lady Rosalind sighed deeply. 'Lady Arthur is quite correct, we don't have all day. Last night, you three brought shame on our guests, on our families and upon yourselves. And so we're quite clear, Matilda,' 'Yes Lady Rosalind' replied the girl. 'I have spoken with your mother at length this morning on the telephone.' 'Real fear now gripped Matilda's face. Lady Rosalind warming to her task continued, 'She is utterly appalled. She asked how I intended to deal with the matter and she agreed with the measures I proposed. Moreover, she asked me to tell you that when you return home, having already been punished by me, that you will be sent into the garden to cut 3 switches....' Lady Ros was interrupted by Matilda's loud sob of horror! '3 switches' emphasised Lady Ros, 'and then that you will suffer a very severe bare bottom whipping’ Matilda held her face in her hands and broke into a loud sobbing fit, chanting 'but I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry....' 'Be quiet Girl' snapped Lady Arthur. Lady Rosalind continued.’ You know my views on hard liquor, no spirits until you're 21. Where did the Gin come from?' There was silence apart from Matilda's snivels. 'Very well, that's extra strokes of the cane for you all!' Lady Rosalind opened the desk drawer and removed her black leather caning gloves. Slowly she pulled them on. Now it was 'Dra's' turn to break out in tears. 'Oh ma no, please we're all really sorry, honest we are........' The Kooboo cane was removed from the desk drawer and Lady Ros walked across to her three victims.
Madsen again looked over at Lady Arthur, her face was alight with excitement, and she was clearly relishing every moment. 'This is what is going to happen' said Lady Ros quite firmly. 'You will each receive 24 strokes of the cane on your bare bottoms.' At those words even 'Der' looked aghast. 'I shall administer them in blocks of six of the best! If I don't have an answer as to the source of the gin, we shall add at least another six for each of you!' Lady Ros gave the cane a practice swish making both girls cringe. Knowing what awaited her at home, Matilda was determined to limit any punishment to the minimum. 'Rachel got it for us' she blurted out. Madsen's eyes flicked across to the pretty twin. Rachel sat stock-still eyes closed, head back. Now all eyes were on her. 'Thanks Tild!' said Rachel. 'Stand next to them girl' instructed Lady Ros. The girl got up and moved to stand next to them barging Matilda as she did so, knocking the girl off balance and onto the seat of the sofa. 'Enough Rachel' shouted Lady Ros. Matilda got up and took her place back in the line. 'Anne, would you mind.....?' Lady Ros spoke to her friend. Lady Arthur rose and stood by her side. In her hands was a pair of white leather gloves. As she pulled them on, Madsen saw they were elbow length. Ros handed her friend the cane. 'Please administer a dozen to Rachel' Rachel knew it would be pointless to protest. In an instant she had bared her bottom and was across the arm of sofa, thanking the good lord that her three co-culprits were shielding her from the view of the others.
'You three, stand behind the desk!' Lady Ros' sharp command moved the blockage. Rachel buried her head into her forearms aware that everyone in the room would now see her being thrashed. Not only that but Madsen and her brother were behind her bottom, oh what a view they'd have! Lady Arthur took up her position and delivered 12 hard cuts onto Rachel's bare bottom. The room was silent. The swish and crack of the cane followed by a yelp of pain were the only sounds. Lady Arthur left only seconds between the strokes making them very hard to take. Madsen was impressed. The girl squirmed and stamped her feet. Her body jerked and she threw her head around but she stayed in position. When it was over, she laid panting for breath and silently crying. As she pulled her knickers up, Madsen saw how the red stripes criss crossed her bottom. The haughty girl of yesterday was now a tearful, penitent little girl. She went and stood next to her twin. Ruth squeezed her hand to comfort her. Anne, please continue with 'Der' would you? Asked Lady Ros. The sullen youth lowered his trousers and underpants, glared at the assembly and bent over the sofa. Lady Arthur tapped the cane several times against his white bottom cheeks. She measured and remeasured her aim. She then unleashed a stroke of fearsome proportions! A full-blooded cry came from the boy. A crimson line appeared across both cheeks. His hands clenched the cushions but pushed his body up as far as it would go. 'aaarrrgggghhhhhhh' the long and prolonged gasp, a measure of the severity of the stroke. His body dropped back, sobbing. Rachel looked relived, she knew Lady Arthur had administered a punishment caning to her but she could see that something special had been saved for her brother. Looking at 'Dra' & Matilda, she could see the girl's faces were white in terror of what lay ahead.
Again the aim was deliberate and as powerful. Just a smidgen below the first. Alexander's cry was truly awful to behold. His body twisting and writhing. The next four strokes were just as precise. Clearly Lady Arthur was an accomplished disciplinarian. Six neat red stripes lay across his bottom. One above the other. He stood up very slowly. His body coughing out sobs. He made to pull up his trousers. 'Leave them where they are and stand by the desk' said his mother. Clumsily, with his trousers around his ankles he hobbled across and stood next to the desk, with his back to the assembled throng. He rested his hands on the desk and his breath hissed in and out of his clenched teeth. Lady Ros rolled up his shirttails to give the audience the full benefit. Now her gaze turned to the girls. Both stood stock-still. Both shook their heads, 'No...Please’ whimpered Matilda. Lady Ros took the cane and leading Matilda by the ear, crossed to the Chesterfield. The girl cried, as she was lead. At the arm of the sofa, Lady Ros let go of her ear. 'Skirt up and your knickers down please' was the command. The girl reluctantly began to comply. Navy blue school knickers slid down her legs. She collected up her skirt and lay over the arm. 'Please your Ladyship, don't cane me hard....' 'Matilda' replied her Hostess, 'Your Mother's instruction to me this very morning, was to 'Make her yelp', I shall of course comply!' The girl turned her head towards the back of the sofa. Her stockinged legs straight out behind her. Six stinging strokes later, everyone in that library would have agreed that Lady Ros was a woman of her word. Poor Matilda yelped long and hard after every stroke. Leaving her blue knickers on the floor, she hobbled across to where 'Der' stood. Her dress was tucked up exposing her caned bottom. Her spread of welts were wider apart than 'Der’s' but as Madsen knew only too well, with a sentence of 24, your bottom was going to be fully covered anyway.
'Dra' bravely walked across to the sofa. Her knickers came down and skirt up. She bent over but she preferred to keep her legs slightly bent. Her white stockings a stark contrast to the dark red furniture. Her mother stood behind her. 'To save time 'Dra' you shall have 12 this dose.' Her mother’s words horrified the girl. She buried her head and waited for the inevitable. More shrill yells rang out across the library. 3 very red, sore and stripey bottoms stood side by side at the desk. 3 very, very tearful young people would not be doing much sitting down that day. Lady Arthur had administered the final batches. Each batch as hard as the first 'Der' had received. Madsen decided the women had judged him the main culprit and singled him out for the extreme punishment. 'Matthews', drinks please' requested Lady Rosalind 'you three will remain here. Rachel, you can stand here too!' the poor twin knew what to do. She walked to the desk, rolled up her skirt and dropped her pants to the floor. Four red bottoms remained on display while the guests drank the Sherries supplied by the butler. The sobbing stopped and around the room quiet murmured conversation could be heard. 'Now' Lady Ros' voice cut out all others. She walked to desk and sat down facing the punished four. 'Matthews, the list' she barked. The butler walked to the desk and handed his mistress a list of names. 'You will, all four of you, take this list to the study. It is a list of all our guests from yesterday. You will each write a sincere letter of apology, to everyone on the list for your disgraceful behaviour. When that is done you will apologise, most sincerely to Lady Arthur and more importantly, to Mr.Madsen. You shall not have lunch either. If you have not finished by the time we have finished lunch, Lady Arthur and I will clearly need to don our gloves again and you will be dropping you pants and knickers for another dose of the kooboo, do I make myself clear?' Her words left no one in any doubt. Lady Ros had made herself very clear!
The atmosphere at lunch was much more relaxed. Lady Rosalind and Lady Arthur clearly felt better having worked through their anger. Post lunch the guests took their drinks to the library. Four very penitent young people walked slowly in. William & Simon checked the letters. When they had finished they nodded their approval to their mother sitting at the desk. 'And now.....?' she said. Madsen and Lady Arthur duly received four genuine apologies. 'You may go' said Lady Rosalind. They turned to leave. 'Matilda' the girl turned. 'I have agreed with your mother that Robert's our chauffer will drive you home, your mother is most anxious to see you' Madsen felt that the look on lady Rosalind's face was the look that the hangman gave the condemned when he entered the death cell, a look that said there was no possibility of any reprieve, so abandon yourself to your fate. 'Poor Matilda' murmured Ruth '2 hours in a bumpy car, with a very sore bottom, knowing that when you get home, it's going to get a lot more sore!' As Matilda's car took her to her appointment with a very angry parent, Madsen was left with Lady Ros. 'Michael, would you join me in the library please?' her tone was troubled. They walked to the library. Once inside Lady Ros locked the door. She adjusted the net curtains so no one could see in from outside. Having done this she went to the desk and withdrew the kooboo cane. She walked across to Madsen. 'I feel terribly responsible for all that has happened. I trumpet my support for CP to all and sundry, yet as a parent I have failed. Michael, will you please do me the honour, to give me the cane?' Madsen was speechless. 'Proper strokes mind, young man, no half hearted measures' she handed him the cane. Fumblingly he took it. Ros walked over to the arm of the Chesterfield. '24 seems to the number of the moment' she calmly said. Her hands reached up her skirt to pull down her pants. He glimpsed her blonde bush as the white silk knickers slid down. She laid herself across the arm, shuffling her weight to ensure her bottom was in the very best position to receive her caning.
Her frightened eyes followed him as he walked towards her. He took a moment to adjust her skirt up her back and felt her smooth bottom with his fingers. He pushed her legs apart to round her bottom out. Her blonde curls peeped out from between her legs. He laid the rod across her cheeks. Ros closed her eyes just as her daughter had. Thwack! The first blow was just what she had requested. By the end Madsen was pleased with his work. Lady Ros had not cried out, she didn't want her children to know their mother was getting the cane, just as they did. She was however sobbing heavily. Madsen replaced the cane in the drawer. Walking back to Ros he could see the effects of his handiwork. Bright red welts were all across that splendid bottom. He gently pulled up the soft silky knickers and lifted Ros off the arm to get them all the way up. She leant on his shoulder for support while she cried away the pain. Madsen felt her tears were for more than just her shame of the previous evening, for a husband she had loved and lost, for children now moving on with their own marriages and perhaps more. She needed to be caned to let go of her emotions, the always strong, always redoubtable Ros needed, just for a while, to be a vulnerable person. Her tear stained face looked deeply at him. 'Thank you' she whispered, 'Thank you' a quick peck on his lips and she walked slowly away. She was known as 'Redoubtable Ros' now Madsen knew why!


To be Continued.....