Date: Mon, 27 Sep 2004 09:35:42 +0100
From: whitethighs@yahoo.com
Subject: MADELEINE pt.1

My name is Madeleine. In this year of our lord 1795 I have reached the age
of seventeen. I am of marriageable age and have been blessed with the
attributes necessary to achieve a good marriage,at least physically. I have
a pretty face,large blue eyes,auburn hair in ringlets which reaches my
shoulders,which are themselves quite attractive especially when wearing
evening dress with decollete. My figure is trim,my breasts small, as is my
waist,my hips still need to widen slightly which they will with age. I have
long legs and pretty feet.

Although these attributes are useful,there is one disadvantage which
makes it very difficult to get a good match. I am always surrounded by
good-looking young men,but my father s impoverished and I would have very
little or n dowry to bring to a marriage,so I very much fear I shall
remain a spinster and have to devote my life to being governess to some
young child.

Thus it is that my father has received a letter from Sir George Walpole,a
rich aristocrat who has plentiful lands and a large house adjacent to our
poor holding,saying that he requires a companion for his sister,Lady
Mary,and would I consider the position.

My father has immediately replied in the affirmative,even though I
shudder to think how boring life would be. I have often seen Sir George
riding in his carriage as he goes past our gate,and have noticed he
watches me intently when he does. He is in his sixties,slightly
stooped,balding and extremely thin. Not very prepossessing. However,my
father says I will have a chance to meet plenty of young gentlemen during
the many balls and banquets the Walpoles undoubtedly give,so I have
resigned myself to life with them.

Now,arriving at the door of their mansion,I feel a little hesitant as my
bags are taken from the coach kindly supplied by Sir George and walk up
the four steps to the front door.

It is opened by a young servant girl who curtsies quickly and runs off to
inform the household about my arrival. Meanwhile a liveried footman
beckons me into the library. I sit and wait.

The door is pushed open with a bang. I rise in surprise. There stands Sir
George. He shuts the door behind him and motions for me to sit
again,which I do. He comes over and leers at me. I feel most
uncomfortable as he seems to undress me with his eyes. I look down at my
lap.

"Welcome,my dear. You are going to be very happy here,I know,and we
shall very much enjoy you,ha ha,staying with us."

"Thank you sir" I manage to stammer.

He comes and sits by me. "You are an extremely pretty girl,my dear," He
puts his hand n my knee. I dare not move away. I might lose my position.

He squeezes my knee and says "My sister will be here shortly,to look at
you. I'm sure she will find you as attractive as I do..."

Not giving me a chance to ponder this,the door is opened and a woman
stands there. She is a big woman,big bosom,big stomach,and a hard fat
face.

She comes over and stares at me much lke her brother.

"You have chosen well,brother. A good companion for me." She laughs
coarsely.

I blush,I don't know why. The servant girls enters softly with a tray.

"Your tea,m'lady."

"Bring it here girl!" the mistress of the house says sharply. The girl
hurries to obey. A few drops of tea have been spilt on the tray. She
places it on the table and waits.

"You have spilt the tea,girl" says Sir Walpole. "You know what awaits
you."

The girl nods dumbly and lowers here eyes.

"Show Miss Madeleine here what you are likely to recive" he orders.

Thje girl turns round slowly,her back to us. She undoes the ribbon on her
corset and lowers her top so we can see her back. I gasp. Weals,some
old,some not so old,cover her back. I cannot help a shudder that goes
through me,and leaves a most peculiar feeling in my belly. I have never
experienced this before. It is extremely pleasurable and at the same time
I realise it is a most wicked feeling.

Sir George is looking at me closely. I take my eyes off the girl's back
and look at him,blushing furiously. I say nothing.

"All right girl. Go!" The girls scampers from the room,doing her corset
up as she goes.

"I believe in having a well-ordered household here. Don't you agree,my
dear?"

He pats my hand. It is trembling.

"Come now,drink your tea,then my sister will show you your room."

I drink my tea quickly. The woman gets up,comes over to me and takes my
arm.

"Come,dear."

She leads me out to the hall and up the wide stairs. There is a big
landing with doors leading off it. She takes me to a corner of the
landing. "This is your room. It is right next to mine" she smiles.

She opens the door. The room is quite large. It has big bay windows
looking out across lawns. But the thing that draws the eye is a huge
four-poster bed in the middle of the room.

"I know you will be comfortable here,my dear" says the woman,drawing
closer to me and putting her arm round my waist,giving me a squeeze. I
try to dislodge it,but she is strong. And her hand now moves up until it
is under my right breasts,and cupping the underside. "You will be very
nice to play with,my dear" she murmurs. I make an effort and pull away
from her. "No...no...I mean...I cannot...."

Her face hardens. It looks positively cruel now.

"Listen to me,you young harlot" she says harshly "You will submit to
everything...everything...we require. Without complaints. Otherwise
we will send you home,but not before teaching you a lesson! A lesson
which will be painful in the extreme."

My lips were dry. My breast was heaving. Where had I come to?
"Now...lie on the bed.!"

There was little else I could do. She looked too strong. I went slowly
over and lay on the bed.

She moved over to the bedside, I turned my head away.

She slowly put a hand on my breast,over my clothes. She rubbed for a few
seconds,enough to make my nipples rise and stand erect,then she pinched
my nipple hard,and pulled,causing me such pain I screamed and tried to
take her hand away...to no avail.

I was gasping with the pain now.my hands tround her wrist.

"Listen you whore. You are here because we want to use you. You are here
because,if you behave,and we like you,my brother will wed you." I looked
at her sharply."Yes,he will wed you. That is why you will not be
deflowered before time,my darling. We shall play with you,but leave you
intact until the wedding"

This was incredible. She twisted my nipple painfully and,with a pull,let
go.

I massage my poor breast,sobbing,as she left the room.

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END OF MADELEIND PART ONE. If you like the story so far,and want
more,please e-mail me. whitethighs@yahoo.com