Try to push past them for the door.

You turn to Rachel and hiss. "Let's get out of here!" As soon as you see her nod in acquiance, you rush forwards, staying in front of her as you head for the door.

Figuring the maid will be easier to push past, you try to shove your way through Delia, but she casually sweeps your legs out from under you, twisting your arm behind your back in a smooth, elegant motion.

You freeze for a second, unable to believe that a woman not much more than Rachel's size just took you down so easily, but even after you recover enough to resist, it's hopeless. Somehow she's got your arm twisted at just such an angle that she can send waves of pain rocketing up through your shoulder with a slight push.

Rachel is unsurprisingly handled just as easily by the large butler, being scooped off her feet and tucked under Joshua's arm facing behind him, her frantic kicks and punches not seeming to phase the man in the slightest.

With both of you firmly pinned, Lady Miranda laughs happily and orders her servants to begin. "You should go easy on them this time. They are new after all. Besides, I can't wait to see them getting started on their lessons."

While Miranda watches, the maid calmly delivers a steady sequence of stinging swats to your bare ass with her feather duster. Meanwhile, you see the butler using an open hand to inflict a similar punishment on your wife. You hear her squeal a couple times as his hand leaves red handprints on her ass cheeks.

Fortunately, the punishment is over quickly, leaving you with a faintly stinging ass. Far worse is the humiliation of being spanked by a woman more than thirty pounds lighter than you without any ability to fight back. It brings a hint of moisture to your eyes for a moment before you blink it away.

Seeing your distraught expression, Delia pats your head soothingly, speaking for the first time. "Ah, don't cry, monsieur. Zee punishment, she is over now." The French accent somehow doesn't surprise you overly much...

Delia releases your arm and stands over you watchfully. When you glance over at Rachel, you see Joshua lowering her to the ground nearby, and likewise keeping an eye on her. The two of you sit awkwardly, both of your backsides a little too tender for comfort.

Joshua's deep voice makes both of you jump slightly. "Now then, who will be participating in the first lesson?"

Delia chimes in. "I'd be happy to choose, if both of zem are feeling shy." She gives you a wicked smile, making you wonder just what kind of lessons these are...

You and Rachel exchange glances, both feeling trapped and helpless, but also more than a little baffled...