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Victoria was glad to see that neither Simon nor David was about as she made her way towards the Drawing Room. She could feel her breasts moving rather distractingly beneath the cotton of the chemise; a movement made obvious by the low cut front of the gown. At the same time, she found that the gown had a slit down one side, which revealed a substantial amount of stocking-clad ankle and calf as she moved.
It was with some relief that she made it to the Drawing Room without encountering anyone. Gratefully she made her way over to the sherry decanter, poured herself a generous measure, and then sank into one of the comfortable leather armchairs. Once more she pondered the events since the Tutor’s arrival, trying to analyse her own feelings. So lost in thought was she that she didn’t hear Mr Bartlett’s arrival. He paused, observing the young woman lost in thought, admiring the way the gown clung to and highlighted the shape of her body. Then suppressing a secret smile, he coughed loudly. Victoria was jerked from her reveries, and looked up.
“Dinner is served Victoria; would you accompany me to the Dining Room?”
The Tutor offered her his arm. Hastily Victoria stood up, her sudden movement providing further confirmation to the Tutor, as he looked down the exposed cleavage, that the gown had been an admirable choice. Together they made their way to the large formal dinner table, set for just the two of them.
Mr Bartlett led the conversation, mainly asking questions of Victoria. Reluctantly Victoria found herself revealing things about herself that she would never have thought to discuss with the Tutor. His interrogation was skilful; innocent seeming questions seemed to draw out some of her inner hopes and fears, whilst his following observations were perceptive and challenging, which made her respond in spite of herself. With a shiver Victoria thought that he was exposing her mind in as easy and controlled way as her body had been exposed to him earlier in the library. It was with some relief to Victoria that the meal reached its conclusion, and she readied herself to escape back to the relative privacy of her bedroom.
Mr Bartlett had other ideas, however. Moving his chair away from the table, he sat down again in the middle of the room.
“Victoria, I think that you will recall my earlier rules; in particular that you would stand whenever I enter the room and curtsey to me. Do you remember me saying this?”
“Yes” Victoria hesitated, then seeing a glimmer of annoyance on his face, “yes Sir”
“I see, and when I came into the Drawing Room before dinner, did you rise and curtsey?”
Victoria wanted to retort that she hadn’t heard him, and if he crept about the house, then she could hardly be expected to spend her life watching doors for him to appear. She also knew that the only result would be another session with the cane in the library, so she contented herself with a measured “no Sir.”
“And what did I say would happen if you broke the rules?”
“I would be punished” Victoria’s heart began to thump once more.
The tutor smiled his cool grim smile. “Exactly, you would be punished. I think a spanking will suffice – six for the failure to rise and curtsey, and a further two for your failure to address me as Sir just now. Please raise your gown to your waist, and then position yourself over my lap.” He paused as Victoria hesitated. “Please remember that I can summon Margaret, Simon or David to assist if you wish. “ Victoria hurriedly pulled up her gown and bent herself over his lap.
“Feet and hands flat on the floor please”
It was perhaps unfortunate for Victoria that shortly afterwards Polly, the junior housemaid should enter the dining-room to clear the table. As she told cook afterwards, “I went into the room and there was Miss Victoria lying over Mr Bartlett’s knee, her dress was all up around her middle and her drawers were lying on the floor. He was giving her poor bottom a lathering that my old gran would have been proud of, and she was kicking her legs like anything. I swear I could see more than any husband of hers likely ever will. I almost dropped my tray, but he just waved me into the room, told me to clear the table, and then carried on like I wasn’t there. Well, it was all I could do not to turn and stare, but I didn’t want him putting me over his knee like that, so I cleared the table quick as I could. When I went back to remove the cloth, there was Miss Victoria, stood in the corner, her gown still up round her middle, her drawers on the floor, and her hands on her head, her bottom the colour of a strawberry, and Mr Bartlett just reading the paper and drinking whisky as though nothing was amiss. “

For Victoria, the thirty minutes that the tutor made her stay in the corner, before adjusting her clothes and going to her bedroom seemed the longest half hour of her life. Once safe in her own room, it was with relief that she undressed and put on her nightgown, and got into bed. Fortunately, Margaret didn’t bother to come and try and assist her.
Once in bed though Victoria found that sleep would not come. The sensation of lying over Mr Bartlett’s lap had been humiliating, but she had found it surprisingly stimulating. In particular, as she had wriggled and kicked she had felt something pressing against her stomach. Victoria blushed. She had never seen a man naked in the flesh, but her mother had explained certain things to her, and then to Victoria’s surprise produced some drawings, one showing a naked man flaccid and another one with him tumescent. She realised that Mr Bartlett if naked tonight would have resembled the latter photograph. Slipping her hands under her nightgown, she found that she was once more wet between her legs. Giving into the temptation, a series of images flickered through her mind, some real, some imaginary :– her bent over the library table; her over the tutor’s knee; the tutor naked; her being spanked by Margaret; the two footmen naked; Mr Bartlett holding her, touching her; Mr Bartlett’s thing pressing against her, until once more she was overwhelmed by sensations flowing though her. Finally she drifted into dream-ridden sleep.

Victoria slept deeply. When she woke the next morning, the sun was already high. She rang for Margaret, who ran her bath. Whilst Victoria was bathing, Margaret laid out her clothes. When Victoria returned to her room, she inspected the clothes laid out for her. She was relieved to see that this time her dress was cut with a full bodice, but noted that there was still no corset. When dressed she went down for breakfast; she was relieved to find that the tutor had already breakfasted; however halfway through her meal, Polly the housemaid entered the dining room. Victoria immediately flushed pink remembering how Polly had seen her last night, first over the tutor’s knee and then standing in the corner; Polly seemed equally embarrassed and Victoria, having completely lost her appetite, quickly fled the room. Entering the hallway she encountered Simon, the footman.
“Ah Miss Victoria” he said as he moved to block her path up the stairs. This is intolerable thought Victoria, servants accosting me in the public rooms.
“Mr. Bartlett has asked me to inform you that he wishes you to accompany him on a shopping trip this morning and you are to meet him in the hallway at ten o’clock.”
“Thank you Simon, now please move out of my way” Victoria’s voice was cold, but her face was warm as the burly footman insolently looked her up and down.
“Of course Miss” and he moved aside, allowing Victoria to return to her room.
Victoria made her way to her room, feeling perturbed. She had no idea where the tutor intended to take her shopping, but she doubted whether she would enjoy the experience. However, she also realised that to fail to join the Tutor would be of no avail; he would merely send the servants to drag her to him. Therefore, shortly before 10 o’clock, Victoria entered the hall where she found Mr Bartlett waiting for her. Mindful of last night’s spanking, Victoria quickly curtsied to him, a gesture that at once made her feel strangely subservient. She tried to ignore the amused look on Simon’s face as he watched from his post by the door.
Mr Bartlett greeted Victoria as Simon opened the door. The coach was waiting for them, but Victoria was surprised to see it being driven by David, rather than her own coachman, Thomas. Mr Bartlett saw her look.
“David is now the coachman here, Victoria, in addition to his other jobs. Your Guardian and I did not feel there was sufficient work to justify retaining Thomas, and I understand he has taken up a new position with Lord Malliner. “
Victoria wanted to shout at him, tell him he had no right to dismiss any of the servants, but the thought of the cane made her bite her tongue. At the same time, there was a cold lump in her stomach. First Alice replaced with Margaret; now Thomas was gone. Gradually anyone who might be sympathetic to her was being removed, and she was being left alone with the tutor and his allies. It was with a sinking heart that Victoria entered the carriage.