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Sarah Adams trembled with both fear and excitement as she stood in the stables, about to be disrobed for strapping. As usual on these occasions, the entire household staff was assembled to watch. Last night, Sarah had sent a large tureen of soup crashing to the banqueting hall's stone floor. The dinner conversation had aruptly stopped. Lord Richard Witherspoon expected his household to be run with perfection, and did not tolerate even the smallest mistake. Like many other upper-class eighteenth-century Englishmen, he was also a strict disciplinarian. Deaf to Sarah's frantic apologies, he addressed to Jackson, the head butler: "Have the clumsy girl soundly strapped tomorrow, and lock her in the tower for a couple of days!"

Thus Jackson now stood before Sarah, unbuttoning her grey serving maid's dress. She visualized her forthcoming punishment. Her dress and petticoats would be removed, followed by her tightly-laced corset bloomers, shoes and stockings. Once she was completely naked, the handsome young footman, Patrick, would securely bind her to the heavy wooden A-shaped frame. Taking the heavy three inch wide saddle-leather strap, he would slowly and methodically flog every inch from her shoulders to her knees, although concentrating mostly on her buttocks and upper back. Soon she would be crying and yelling profusely, straining against her bonds.

Once she was finally released, and had composed herself, she would have to walk, naked, to the house and climb to the room in the tower. There she would lie on a matress on the floor. Jackson would place an iron collar on her, attached via a three-foot chain to a ring low on the wall. He would place a chamber-pot within her reach, and then leave, locking the door. She would be alone the rest of the day, except when someone came to leave a tray of food.

That night, however, she would be visited by His Lordship, who would expect to have his evil way with her. If she resisted, there was a whip hanging on the wall, that he could use to encourage her compliance. She never resisted, though. She had no objection to Lord Richard having her, as it was usually pleasant. The second night was by convention the turn of the servants. First Jackson, then any of the other male servants who wished could visit her. Some of the younger ones were actually very talented as lovers. By the third or fourth visit, she would be well satisfied, and although always ready for more, the afterglow of multiple orgasms would combine with the equally-satisfying ache of her well-whipped back and buttocks, leaving her feeling immensely relaxed and contented.

Sarah smiled as she offered her crossed wrists to Patrick for binding prior to her strapping. She tried to remember whether she had dropped the soup tureen deliberately. She honestly couldn't say. Perhaps, subconciously, she had. It had certainly been a long while since her last time in the tower, and she had to admit to herself that she was overdue for it.