Following the meal they were allowed to go for a walk in the grounds. It was unbelievably relaxing for them both to be away from shouted orders and humiliating indignities, just two people walking in the countryside. Stewart apologised for being obliged to penetrate her in all the different positions earlier, not to mention his manual masturbation of her, but Gilpin shrugged it off. She thought that they were both lucky to escape without the savage beating that the others had received and then grinning, said that she only wished that he had been allowed to complete the job and not pull out every time. She admitted that humiliating as it was, she had been turned on several times that afternoon and that a decent bath was needed if Miss Emma's panties were not to finish up in a worse state than they were already!

Temptation! Stewart literally ached to take her behind a barn or find some other secluded place but both of them knew that the chances of getting caught were high and the punishments would be draconian. Just then they heard the sound of a car horn, the pre-arranged signal from Mrs Parsons to return to the house. Breathlessly they ran in to the kitchen. Gilpin was told to report to Mrs McEwan's bedroom and Stewart to Miss Emma's.at the double. as they were already late.

Stewart hurried up to the room, knocked and heard the order to enter. Miss Emma sat at her dressing table still dressed in her riding jodhpurs and boots but with her shirt thrown casually on the floor and just a support bra on her upper body. She turned towards him and told him to kneel on the floor. She then stood and walked over so that she almost leaned over him. The room was full of a gentle perfume that invaded his senses. This attractive young female was within inches of his hardened penis and yet she could have been on the moon for all the chance he had of even touching her. He was concerned about where he should look, so took the safe option and focussed on the toes of the shiny boots that he had earlier polished.

"You had an easy time of it this afternoon Stewart, at least, compared with the two that had to be thrashed. I suppose that it can't be easy for you to maintain control when you haven't had it for so long, perhaps I should have you strip off and see if I can get the result that your lady friend couldn't. I'm sure that Mrs Parsons could deal with you- if, " then she smiled, "rather, when, you lost control ! On the other hand I could give you some personal work to do such as giving me a body massage to make you even more randy. Look at my face boy!"

Stewart looked up into the young eyes, trying not to look at the jutting breasts. He could see no hope for any kindness or understanding. Here was a female who revelled in power and it was just his bad luck to be the nearest available male. Suddenly her attitude changed.

"Fortunately for you I have to go out this evening. I don't even have time to let you assist me in getting ready so report to mummy's room in case she needs your services".

With that she turned her back and resumed her seat at the dressing table. Relieved, Stewart silently left the room.

He located "mummy's" room and knocked. The voice responded asking who it was and Stewart passed his name. There was a long pause then he was told to go in. Mrs McEwan stood in an almost transparent designer dressing robe. Various clothes were scattered about the room.

"What in the hell do you want boy?" she enquired.

Stewart explained that he had been sent by her daughter to see if she had any duties for him. She sniffed disdainfully and nodded to a corner. There stood a naked Gilpin with her back to the room. Fresh red marks of a hand could been seen on her rump and thighs and her pitiful clothes lay in a heap next to her.

"I already have this disobedient little slut serving me thanks. She is refusing to acknowledge my authority over her at the moment but I'm working on it. Do you know what I want her to do to acknowledge my authority Stewart?"

Stewart said that he did not.

"All she has to do is to pay me lip service in three places to show that she accepts me as her mistress. Which reminds me, you have still to demonstrate your obedience, perhaps I should get you to demonstrate how it should be done?"

It seemed a simple idea, but Stewart knew that for Gilpin to have refused, it must involve something unpleasant. He knew that he had no choice and muttered words to the effect that he would do as he was told.

"Good boy! Gilpin-face this way and watch how it should be done."

She sat on the bed, raised her right foot and told Stewart to respect it with his tongue. Relieved at the relative simplicity of the order Stewart slavishly licked the entire foot including the underside and between the delicate toes taking care hot to look up the leg. Suddenly the foot was removed from his hands and replaced with the other. This was still damp, presumably from Gilpin's tongue. As he licked the wet toes he wondered why she had failed in a relatively simple duty. Then he found out.

Without any pre-amble Mrs McEwan stood up, threw off the negligee and stood naked in front of him. She was a little matronly in build but still had a firm well shaped body that most men would die to get their hands on. She gave a short order:

"Respect my backside boy!"

With that she knelt on the bed, hindquarters up-thrust. So that was it, thought Stewart, he certainly had no hesitation in obeying if that is all it took to avoid a thrashing. He had to do it in the Centre and at least Mrs McEwan looked clean and fresh. He knelt behind her, parted her plump cheeks with his hands and exposed her womanly anus. The area was a little sweaty and with more hair than he expected but there his target nestled. About an inch in diameter brown and puckered. He extended his tongue and proceeded to lick the area above taking care to gently scrub the coarse anal hair thoroughly.

Then he transferred his attention to the lower cleft where the denser hair sprouted. Carefully, thoroughly and he hoped, respectfully, he licked as if his life depended upon it. Gradually and slowly working his now tender tongue towards the target itself. This was clearly a lady straight from the bath he thought to himself as he finally reached and licked the very centre of the anus to demonstrate his sibmission. At first he tantalised the sensitive tissue then became more bold and pressed his tongue against the centre pinpoint until it yielded and opened slightly allowing the tip to enter.

At this point the lady's hips started to move and with some control she ordered him to stop and stand by the bed. As he stood he glanced at Gilpin who looked at him with a mixture of fury and disgust. This did not faze Stewart in any way other than alert him to his own surprise as to his new found subservience. He pondered only briefly on Gilpin's stupidity in being prepared to take a thrashing for disobedience knowing full well that it would have to happen anyway.

Mrs McEwan regained her composure despite a healthily flushed face. She dressed in the flimsy negligee and went into an adjoining room where Stewart could hear the muffled sound of a telephone conversation, she then returned with a smile and spoke:

"Well done Stewart, you have certainly provided this slut with a first rate example of how to show respect to your superiors. I am impressed and I believe that you deserve a little credit. You are to go down to the punishment room that you attended with me earlier in the day where you will find Mrs Parsons waiting with certain disciplinary equipment. She will inform you what is to happen and you are to take that information as a direct order from me, is that understood?"

Stewart's heart sank, so much for her showing her thanks. He was to be given to that sadistic Scottish bitch, no doubt to be used and thrashed on her whim and he couldn't do a thing about it. Even Gilpin was grinning at his reward. His face must have registered his apprehension because, as he left the room, Mrs McEwan spoke again.

"Stewart, you are in for the surprise of your life. When I see you again you will be a changed man!"

With heavy feet Stewart knew he had no choice and trudged towards his fate. The only hope he had was gone, but what on earth did she have planned for him. Would he be able to submit to the hatchet faced woman, or would he fall into the same trap that Gilpin had?

He was not to know that it would be an experience that few males in his position could ever hope for.

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