Rectory of Correction (30 page)

‘Oh, aye, much better for seeing you, Kirsty. Och, but I always did hate stinging nettles.'

Kirsty's gay laughter rang around the gloomy room. ‘So I seem to remember. Now, why don't you put young Marie in the spot she had you? She'll no be needing her skirts for a wee while, I'm thinking.'

Minister Peebles did not watch the rest. Indeed, since Kirsty's abrupt arrival he had been looking around for a likely weapon. If he could get the disobedient whelp in manacles, if he could bolt the oaken door and make use of the dungeon's facilities, there was still a chance he could make her renounce the lairdship. Having settled on a particularly brutal cat o' nine tails that had a thick dowel handle a good three feet long, he decided it was now or never. He scampered over to the table where the whips were laid out, conscious of the sound of Kirsty's shoes as she skipped down the stairs.

He reached out to grab the handle and had just started to lift it when the stick cracked across his bony knuckles. With a gasp of pain he dropped the cat and stuck his hand underneath his armpit, hopping around from foot to foot like a demented weasel.

‘Kooboo, a very useful vine,' Kirsty said informatively. ‘Och, I know it's not really traditional in these parts but, well, on that instructive wee course you sent me to, I got to learn of all sorts of such useful things.'

It was when her fingers closed on his ear that Minister Peebles knew for sure the game was up. Kirsty was so strong that she propelled him across the dungeon floor without any apparent effort. She swung him, cowering, into an empty corner of the chamber.

‘Right,' she said briskly, flexing the cane in her hands. ‘I shall call you Lugworm from now on. I cannae call you minister because I've been to see the rest of your kirk, and they are going to defrock you.' She swished the cane through the air threateningly. ‘Speaking of defrocking, I think we'd better have that cassock off.' Her eyes narrowed. ‘Don't you agree, Lugworm?'

 

The hall went silent as Amelia stood. She was conscious of every pair of eyes fixed on her. She knew she looked splendid in her bridal gown and she luxuriated for a moment in what felt like a warm bath of regard. Then she smiled and threw the bouquet.

The bridesmaids had been uncoupled from their leashes by Miss Pritchard, as Lord Alex was explaining the rules of the game. Their arms had not been released, however.

‘Whoever brings the bouquet back to the bride gets her spanking from the fair Amelia. Any girl grabbed by a wedding guest will go over that guest's knee.' He paused for effect. ‘If you fail to get the bouquet, then the hand of the bridegroom will do the business.'

Amelia watched the bridesmaids glance at her new husband. No one would want a spanking from the Reverend, she realised. Thus the girls would fight to bring back the bouquet. Not that she intended to go easy on the winner.

‘You will each find a number on your place setting,' Lord Alex boomed. ‘These numbers will be used later in a raffle, the prizes being the chance to whip our maids. But first, the bridesmaids. I ask the bride to begin proceedings.'

Three sets of eyes watched the bouquet sail over their heads. The three girls turned and scampered after it.

It was not much of a contest, really. Amelia had thrown the bouquet a little to the left. It was not that she particularly wished to favour Linnet in the contest, but Bella was bigger and stronger than the other two, and it seemed the best way to even things up.

Linnet ran fleetly enough after the bouquet, dropping adroitly to her knees. She did not get the chance to pick it up between her teeth, however. Bella charged to her side, bent her knees and swung her hips. Her thigh caught Linnet's shoulder and knocked her right out of the way. Indeed, so effective was the move that Linnet skidded on the satin front of her dress, falling right under a table where a squeal suggested that she had been grabbed by one of the guests.

Charlotte had obviously seen the manoeuvre, for as Bella bent to retrieve the flowers she tried the same tactic. Bella was ready, however, and suddenly pulled her upper body back. Amelia realised she had been waiting for Charlotte to try just this, for she jerked back so quickly that the forward movement must have been a feint. Charlotte missed, tottered in a circle and sprawled to the polished floor. Here she spun slowly towards the same table where Linnet had met her fate.

Unlike Linnet, she stopped herself in time. By the time Bella had gripped the bouquet in her teeth Charlotte had begun to struggle back to her feet. She ran back to intercept her fellow bridesmaid before Bella could take the bouquet back to the bridal pair.

The two girls faced each other; Charlotte's back to Amelia, Bella trying to get past. Bella tried first one way, then the other. Each time Charlotte intercepted her. Bella tried a barge, the crowd roaring as her breasts bumped against Charlotte's face. It did not work, but something strange seemed to be happening as Bella tried to step back. Amelia realised that Charlotte had gripped the frilly front of Bella's dress between her teeth.

‘Not very ladylike, Lady Charlotte!' the Reverend Dawes called out jovially, obviously enjoying the display. There was a ripping sound and Charlotte staggered backwards, a mass of frills still clamped between her teeth.

‘I say!' exclaimed Lord Alex.

‘Another innovation,' Mademoiselle Isobel, who was seated to the left of his lordship, explained. ‘The dresses are only tacked together with a light thread. I thought it would make things more interesting.'

‘I say,' Lord Alex said again.

The frilly panel at the front of Bella's frock had been torn entirely away and her full breasts were now completely exposed. Amelia had to admit that Bella looked quite a sight, with her pretty bonnet, bouquet between her teeth and breasts bobbing for the hooting crowd to see.

By the time Charlotte had regained her footing and spat out her mouthful of frills, Bella had slipped past her. Now only the trestles stood between her and the top table. There was a gap at either end of the row of trestles, between them and the rows of tables at either end. Amelia watched as Bella glanced at these routes. Excited guests were leaning forward with eager hands, ready to grab any girl who tried that path, and the gap was probably too narrow to escape them. Amelia would not have liked to take the chance, had she been in the contest.

It seemed Bella did not fancy the prospect either, for she looked wildly around. Charlotte had recovered and was running after her. It was obvious that if she tried to clamber under the trestle, Charlotte would catch her up. Instead, Bella ran straight at the barrier. The amazed audience sucked in its collective breath. The trestle was not so high, but with her arms behind her Bella would have been in real trouble if she tripped.

She did not trip. Bella hurdled the trestle and a great cheer went up as she sailed over it with ease. Though she landed well her momentum carried her forward, and it was with some difficulty that she managed to stop herself running straight into the remains of the wedding cake. Amelia watched, transfixed, as this activity made Bella's breasts bounce most fetchingly. Her eyes were still glued to these globes as Bella bent to let her take her bouquet again.

‘Thank you, girl.' Amelia could not resist reaching out and giving Bella's right breast a quick squeeze. With amusement she noted the hot resentment glowing in Bella's eyes, and resolved to make the prefect feel her spanking.

‘Well done, Bella,' the Reverend put in. ‘Crawl under the table to us, dear.'

Charlotte took the route under the trestles. Not daring to look directly at the Reverend Dawes, she followed Bella's bottom under the table. The tablecloth moved by Amelia's knees, and the anxious faces of the two bridesmaids appeared.

 

She put him in the bilboes to await his fate. Ancient, pitted, yet still strong bands of iron were padlocked about his ankles and wrists, linked not by chain, but by a heavy rod that forced his skinny legs wide apart. This caused the former minister some embarrassment, and gave his captors cause for great amusement.

‘Why, Lugworm, you filthy little beast,' Kirsty said with a grin as she tapped his erection sharply with her cane. ‘Whatever is this thing here?'

She smiled as she watched the naked man wince, and rapped it again, even harder. Kirsty was amazed that one so large – for it was the biggest she had ever seen – could be so hard. It was quite furiously erect. Indeed, she would have sworn she could see the veins in the thing throbbing. It seemed quite out of proportion on his scrawny frame. The usual malice seemed to have gone from his beady eyes, to be replaced with shame and fear.

Perhaps, Kirsty thought as she gave his cock a third rap with the cane and watched the man's face contort with pain, the pleasures of revenge that the dungeon was so well equipped for could be supplemented by other delights in time. After all, there was no hurry. There were so many dread devices to be tried, and her prisoner was not going anywhere for months, or even years.

A crack of twigs on skin and a squeal of pain reminded her she was not alone. Katriona, wearing Marie's skirt now, had chained the woman with her face to the stone wall, and was lashing her bottom with a birch rod.

‘All right, Katriona.'

‘But Kirsty, this is only my second dozen...'

‘You wouldnae be arguing with me, now?' Kirsty said in a quiet but menacing purr.

Katriona dropped the arm that held the birch and dropped her gaze. ‘No, ma'am,' she said, suddenly submissive.

Kirsty smiled. ‘Don't worry, love. I'll no' cheat you of your revenge.' She stepped forward and squeezed Marie's bottom, feeling the heat and making the girl moan in response. ‘You will have time to tickle these plump cheeks before I send her where she is going.'

‘Oh, ah, please... Kirsty, I mean ma'am, where am I going?'

‘Well, you don't seem to be too popular in these parts, Marie. In fact, there seem to be a fair few folk who want to come and have a wee word with you...'

‘Oh, please,' there was real panic in Marie's voice, ‘don't let them have me!'

Kirsty chuckled and gave the well-birched bottom a hearty slap. ‘Don't worry Marie, I'll no throw you to the dogs. No, Katriona can have you for a couple of weeks, and then I think a proper public flogging.'

Marie's back stiffened as she heard her sentence and she began to sob.

‘I was thinking you would want to go away after that.'

‘Aye, oh please, ma'am, please let me.'

‘I have a friend down south who needs a parlour maid. I expect you wouldnae be quibbling about the details of the contract.

‘Oh no, I'll sign whatever you say...' Marie babbled.

‘Excuse me!' a clear voice interrupted.

Kirsty turned. Fiona was still chained against the wall. Her magnificent body was pale in the firelight, but her face seemed to have gone puce with anger.

‘Really, Kirsty. Is it no' time someone got me out of this? I have a few scores to settle with that pair as well, you know.'

Kirsty strolled up to the naked girl. She smiled apologetically. Reaching out, she pushed Fiona's red-gold hair out of the way and gave her cheek a pat.

‘Sorry Fiona,' she said, ‘I got a bit distracted.'

‘Well, will you?' Fiona flicked her eyes towards her manacled hands.

‘Aye, aye,' Kirsty said thoughtfully, stepping back to consider Fiona's powerful body. ‘Tell me, Fiona, did you win the two peaks race again this year?'

‘Of course I did!' Fiona tossed her head and snorted. ‘You know there is no one from here to Kinloch Sgiursar who can best me. Let me out, Kirsty. I want a piece of Marie's arse before Katriona skins it!'

Kirsty smiled and reached out to caress Fiona's breasts. ‘Sorry, sweetheart, it isnae going to happen...'

 

‘Who bagged that other little wriggler?' Lord Alex roared.

There was a shout from the side table. Constable Prentice, resplendent in a crimson silk evening gown, raised a satin-gloved hand. Linnet was sitting, blushing furiously and firmly gripped about the waist, on the policewoman's knee.

‘Right, now we have the traditional spanking of the bridesmaids,' Lord Alex shouted. ‘You'll need to get those knickers off them first, mind.'

Amelia needed no more urging. A feeling of almost intoxicating delight flowed through her as she helped Bella to her feet by the upper arm.

‘You have no idea how much I have been looking forward to this, you bossy bitch,' she murmured as she stroked one of Bella's exposed breasts. It felt so smooth and firm she almost wished she did not have to attend to other duties.

Bella was a brave girl, but the crowd was clearly daunting her, for she gave a little wail as Amelia slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her frilly knickers. There was a loud burst of applause as she pulled the garment down before helping Bella to step out of her knickers.

‘Turn around,' she said, sensing Bella's embarrassment. ‘I'm sure the guests would like to see your bottom.'

Blushing furiously now, Bella reluctantly complied. The Reverend Dawes, taking his cue from his bride, ordered a knickerless Charlotte to turn, too.