Bend Over Jessica

I played a scene last week with He Who Must Be Obeyed, The Lover, Rebecca and Scarlett. We were also meant to be joined by the lovely Emma-Jane but sadly, she was confined to Ireland with an infectious disease, poor darling!

In the scene, we three girls were orphans or delinquents at Lord Fawcett’s Domestic Academy for Household Economy, where we were training to be domestic staff. Rebecca and I were going to be cooks and Scarlett a housemaid. Mr Brocklehurst aka HWMBO was in charge and The Lover was Sir Mulberry Hawke, the visiting head of the board of governors.* I was Ceridwen Iorwerth, from Ceredigion**, who’d come with her parents to London to find work, but they’d both died of typhoid, so I’d entered the Institution.

The girls cooked dinner, enjoying each other’s company, until we were summoned to see Mr Brocklehurst and Sir Mulberry. Mr Brocklehurst asked each of us to step forward and say something about ourselves to Sir Mulberry. He asked me first. As I stepped forward and came under the gimlet eyes of both HWMBO and The Lover in one fell swoop, I was suddenly aware that I was really, actually, for me, quite scared. I managed to stutter something out, blushed and fell back into line. Callie was called forward and I stood quietly, looking at the floor, really aware that I felt totally meek and submissive and not at all like my usual self*** When Eliza was taken to task for wearing paint on her eyes and I was sent to fetch a wet washcloth, I cringed for her as she was scrubbed clean and made to stand on a chair for vanity and felt very relieved when Callie and I were dismissed back to the kitchen.

At dinner, Callie and Eliza were really quite naughty, constantly mistaking Sir Mulberry for someone else (you get the picture I’m sure, Sir Strawberry, Sir Raspberry, Sir Blackberry, Sir Boysenberry etc etc), being cheeky and mucking about. I put in the occasional quiet word, ate my dinner and cringed a lot. I got myself into a tangle whilst trying not to say that Lord Fawcett’s daughter had a bastard child, not wanting to use the word ‘bastard’ and groping for something more suitable to say. I eventually managed ‘child of love’ to which Eliza then said brightly ‘Oh, you mean bastard?” which nearly made me cry. All in all, I was being most unlike myself, because I genuinely wanted to be a good girl and perform well.

Needless to say, we all ended up in trouble and Mr Brockelhurst and Sir Mulberry berated us in the drawing room. I actually felt my eyes get wet just from being told off and when we were told to bend over a bench and lower our knickers, I actually started to shake with mortified sobs before a hand had even descended, tears splashing onto my hands.

Both HWMBO and the Lover noticed quite quickly and whilst The Lover continued in his thrashing of Callie and Eliza, I was taken away for a time out session and sat on HWMBO’s knee, where between sobs, I managed to explain that I was mortified, felt really naughty and that I was worried that my dinner (which I thought had turned out really well) was awful. He laughed gently and reassured me. When I calmed down, I was taken back to play, chastened now that whilst my dinner had been very nice, I had been a little cheeky and not properly mindful of my place and I did need beating for it. And Callie held my hand, which was a comfort.

Later on, I was trying to work out my own feelings in the play and could only assume that the dual presence of HWMBO and the Lover, both doms for whom I have a lot of respect and occasional fear had somehow magnified my usual submissive feelings twice over. Plus, they make a bloody scary double act, something that they might have not previously realised, because that was the first time they’ve played in the same scene (apart from large group scenes). But what I really liked was that it reminded me that I am a submissive and that my strong feelings were somehow a celebration of that fact. I wanted to be good. And that it was funny how sometimes, as a sub, you are really scared but that fear is good for you, because it’s good for you to realise you have a place and where that place it. Sometimes, submission can be really frightening. But at the same time, you feel cherished by it.

I had a nice warm glow afterwards – and not just in my bottom!

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*Note to The Lover, when picking a name for yourself, generally not a good idea to give the girls an instant opportunity to take the piss.
** That’s in Wales, look you.
***Aka Miss Cheeky-Clever-Clogs.