The Butler

Chapter Two

The sound of someone opening my door wakes me from my sleep. My muscles ache from being held in place for so long. The stinging in my ass has long gone away so that's good.

"Good morning, Alicia," The soft spoken voice of our housekeeper, Judith, greets me.

Judith has been on staff for about ten years now. She's forty five years old with shoulder length blonde hair. Her body is thin with small breasts but she has a nice hour glass shape on her. Quite an attractive woman and I'm surprised she never married or had someone. I've never heard her mention any hints of a lover she may have.

This isn't Downton Abbey but we do have a few people on staff since we do live in a mansion. The maids who do the everyday cleaning have a uniform. Judith doesn't but is given a stipend for her wardrobe. She's more of a house manager delegating assignments, coordinating dinner parties and also I believe acts as a secretary for my father sometimes. I've seen my father ask her to his office many times.

She usually wears dresses that are professional. I must say she has a sharp style. While she looks proper, she has a sexy librarian vibe going on. Judith is more laid back than Bennet and has hints of a sense of humor.

"Judith, help me, Bennet is crazy," I plead.

"You shouldn't say such things or you'll add to your punishment," Judith advises.

"You're in on this too?" I start to twist to try and break free from the restraints even though I know it's useless but I have to try. "This is fucked up."

"Alicia, stop being rebellious. You need to learn your place," hearing Judith admonish me, enrages me.

"My place," I scream out, "You're the fucking help and I'm the daughter of a Senator."

Slap

I scream out. Judth's hand smacks my ass and her small hand doesn't do much damage but the gall of this woman is infuriating. She storms out. I'm left alone though it doesn't prevent me from screaming out curses and insults.

"This is fucking bullshit. A bunch of fucking pervs. My father will destroy you for what you are doing to me. Motherfuckers."

Several minutes I'm left alone, still not relenting on my insults. Hearing my bedroom door fling open, I flinch since it's Bennet's heavier footsteps I hear enter the room.

"Untie me fu…"

THWACK

"AAAH"

Bennet has struck me with what must be a flogger. If I thought his hand hurt, this is much worse. 

"Such a mouthy brat," Bennet shouts as his arm comes down to hit my ass again, "You think too highly of yourself young miss."

"Stop, asshole," I scream. Bennet instead of stopping only goes on to target my upper thighs right below my ass. Another yelp escapes me.

"You want to apologize or you want me to keep going?" Bennet's voice is emotionless.

"Fuck y…aaah," I scream out as the flogger hits my back. A few more times Bennet hits me and though it stings I resolve not to give in. "Fuck you!"

He hits me a few more times but then stops

"Miss Morgan, I'm going to let you have time to think about how you want to further proceed," Bennet says, he then turns to leave me with my thoughts.

"Bennet, you can't leave me here," I cry out but I'm only answered with the sound of my bedroom door closing.

He'll have to let me free sometime. Bennet can't expect me to lie here, tied to my bed until my parents come home. He's going to have to let me eat or go to the bathroom