Start of The Detail

The following morning went pretty much exactly as Connie had expected.

One of the stoned faced matrons came into the room to rouse her and the odd girl well before the sun was even a glimmer on the horizon and they where set to work in the kitchens. The work was hard but nothing like as bad as she had expected given the fearsome reputation of the school. Indeed the first few hours before sunrise passed in a blur that was almost pleasant.

“You two!” The Housekeeper shouted across the kitchen, gesturing for Connie and the silent girl to come to her. “Take this food up to Sir Bothwell in his rooms. Mary knows the way.” She added with a gesture to the silent girl as we each took a silver tray laden with breakfast.

Connie followed the girl who was apparently called Mary through the empty morning halls of the school. Her mind focused on not spilling anything, to the chambers of Sir Bothwell. He answered the door at a single knock from Mary.

“Ahh, my wonderful breakfast.” He exclaimed in the jolly voice of a kindly grandparent as he let them both in.

His chambers were as well-appointed as the rest of the school and despite his manner of speech he was a fairly young man by the looks of it. Even as he stood in his dressing gown by the door.

“You must be Connie,” he said as he closed the door.

“Yes, sir.” Connie nodded, doing her best nod and bob.

“And you want to be a low woman?”

Connie stumbled over a reply to that, taken off guard by such an odd question.

“I… don’t quite understand what you mean, sir.”

He chuckled, “well you are here on the Punishment Detail which means you must wish to be a low woman.” His tone made it seem like this was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what a low woman exactly is, sir”

“Ah, of course!” He snapped his fingers, spinning on his heels to face Mary. “Well, Mary here will be more than happy to give you a demonstration of what a low woman is. Won’t you, Mary?”

“If you wish, sir,” Mary said, her voice flat and her face blank.

Connie watched as the other girl, her demeanour as calm as ever, began to strip off her clothing. As she watched her, too stunned to react, she couldn’t help but realise that the uniform she was wearing seemed easier to remove than the regular ones. The layers that had been individual items having been sewn into one so that she could, after loosening a few bands and strings the whole thing fell to the ground around her feet and she was once again nude.

“What in good graces!” Connie gasped as she heard the lock on the door click closed.

“You want to be a low woman,” Sir Bothwell explained as he stepped away from the door and over to Mary, her fingers working the sash of his gown open as she slipped down onto her knees before him. “This is what low women do.”

Connie watched in silent horror as Mary pulled Bothwell's member free from his gown. It was the first one she had ever seen, bigger than she had expected, throbbing as it thickened in Mary’s hands, the hood of skin sliding back to reveal a glistening crown. Her shock only increased as Mary opened her mouth, letting Bothwell slide his member into her mouth with a grunt of pleasure. His fingers entwining in her hair as he bucked his hips slowly forward as he turned his head to grin at Connie.

“Isn’t this what you want?” He asked with a dark chuckle.