Manipulation

Aftermath

The following day as Charlotte was working she was aware of a not unpleasant constant feeling in her bum cheeks. It was difficult to describe, the paddling had hurt there was no question and her tears were real but the searing pain had subsided overnight, helped by the soothing balm that Miss Emma had applied. The pain had been replaced by a warm glow, a reminder every time she sat or bent over, an erotic sensation that reminded her and sent a thrill through her making her harden in the cage that she wore during the working day.

Emma wondered if she had gone too far with the paddle, certainly it was far more severe than she had inflicted on Charlotte before and even than she had used on her late, loved, husband David. It had reduced Charlotte to a sobbing wreck but Emma herself was so turned on and when the sobbing, broken Charlotte buried her face in Emma's panties and kissed, Emma flooded, she felt so powerful. This was not the usual spanking, this was far more, was it abuse of power. She decided she would talk to Erin about it and perhaps apologise to Charlotte. Emma finished dressing and went down for breakfast. Erin was already in the breakfast room being served by Charlotte. As Emma entered Charlotte curtseyed, took a step toward Emma, bent and kissed Emma's hand 'thank you Miss Emma' she said with a sparkle in her eye. Emma's breakfast was served after which Charlotte returned to the kitchen. Erin looked at her Mother 'Charlotte is on cloud 9 this morning' she commented 'and a thank you too, I assume your paddle was a success'. Emma smiled, relieved and unknown to Erin had a climax as she sat sipping her morning tea, she was grateful to her daughter for suggesting the upgrade. Although there had not been much doubt Emma knew now, for certain, that Charlotte was now fully subservient to both of them totally and without question.

As Charlotte worked she thought about the spanking with the paddle and got a sexual thrill from it. She knew that it had reinforced her position, reacting to former spankings had been play acting, this was real. She could have said no, she could have made a getaway after the first stroke but did neither, her status was now beyond any doubt. Charlotte felt a warm glow of security not to mention the warm glow in her bum. It was only six strokes but the impact was far more. She had never felt pain like it so why was she turned on now? She viewed the next Sunday with trepidation, she felt severely conflicting emotions. Charlotte really did not understand what was going on in her own head. The conflict between fear of pain and sexual arousal confused Charlotte's brain so she decided just to go with the flow. What she did know is that more than ever she recognised the power and authority of the Ladies and she loved it.

'Erin?' asked Emma over a cup of tea 'I would like to dress Charlotte like a little girl sometime'. Erin smiled 'I am sure we can make time Mother'. Emma smiled and in her head started shopping. 'The other thing we need to address, Erin', Mother became serious 'is that we have substantial holdings and you need an heir, preferably a girl'. Erin coughed into her tea but she knew her Mother had a point. 'I am not having another man' Erin said testily 'and I cannot have conventional sex with Charlotte now', Mother giggled, no need to dear, we collect Charlotte's sperm'.